Rich
RICH
Don't have money
Nothing mine's fancy
But I'm still richie
Cos I got honey
I'm not weary
I'm not angry
Just very happy
Cos I got sweetie
I know how love could kill me
Life and love, they both tricky
but they can't make me blurry
Cos I got you, to be called baby
Copyright © Dinda Minardi | Year Posted 2011
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