In For the Money

I thought you were my honey 

but you were in for the money

I sent you to those classes

I bought your ugly glasses

I gave you that Camaro

You shot me with an arrow

I met your Kin

You broke my chin

I asked you why

you punched my eye

I gave you love

You gave a shove

I did your clothes

You broke my nose

I changed your sheets

you walked the streets

I walked your dog

You called me hog

I rubbed your feet

You ate my meat

I did your dishes

you mocked my wishes

You loved me not

You sold my cot

I did so care

You left me bare

You were in for the money

Weren't you, honey?

 

Copyright McCuen 2008
Copyright © | Year Posted 2009

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