Gold Digger Poems - Poems about Gold Digger

“If you put a really small value upon yourself, rest assured that the world will not raise your price." --Anonymous Hi heels equals low feels They can be uncomfortable So what’s the deal Bad in the long run For your hazel health Do you wear for them or for yourself Painted face masking you Dare I ask What you trying to...

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Spit fire and spin honey, the target-a wealthy man and his money. She has no other talent that qualifies, just the sum of what quantifies. She's got cause and family ties, under the guise of friendship and lies. Depending on time to line her pockets, she waits like a spider to sign the dockets. The honey it dries, the old man dies. It evokes such...

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Don’t dare be A Gold Digger, Who pays like A Never one's treasures near While permitting no fear. Never either bestride a farm That didn’t weary your arm Nor try to closer go To any of its inviting row, For one should not at all experience charm Of what didn’t occasion one harm: To never dare reap What...

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A wealthy old man in his fifties, Loved a young girl he thought was just nifty. His friends didn't like her. They called her a piker. But the old man said she was just spiffy. He wished to marry the fraulein. Asked his friends, "Do you think she'll be mine?" I have plenty of money, And she's such a honey. Oh sure! Tell her...

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I smiled invitingly, the screen Revealed woman of my ideal Russian silk beauty, pure, unseen Pillow lips, brush eyelash appeal I said I could serve her well, my earnings Would purchase nicest things of her yearnings I'll fly her here, get her spousal visa Her eyes alight, replied, "Sure... I'm Leeza" " I need a man on good...

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Shall I compare a summer’s day to thee in an effort to make lust seem profound, you’re hot, wanted, and can make men sweaty, but is it worth it when the sun goes down? Paying so much to go out on the town, at the nicest restaurants you have to eat, vacation at the ritziest sports around, reveling in being looked at...

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as there boat whip and water sip they dig deep until its complete put in a bold its gold while ships in motion GOLD DIGGER AND THE OCEAN...

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She's Flossy, Champagne Taste With Beer Money, She's Bossy, Takes What She Wants, All You Have Sonny, Hold Your Peace, And Let The Lord Fight It, Because In Heaven, Bling, Don't Mean A Thing, Honey....

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Gold Digger My teacher says... Me study everyday... Me will be smart... Life will be a lark.. Me no study, Me no care, Me go marry A millionaire.. Me no beauty... Me no need worry... Me get money... Go get plastic surgery... Me a ravishing beauty... Me ready to marry... Me snare a rich man... A millionaire the better man. Me will have money... Me money so plenty.... Me travel round the...

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When you see her face bucks are written all over waiting to find her victim Drinking your own blood until you are fully drained hah all the way to the bank.....

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half his age and nearly twice his height pretty as a picture but none too bright he loves her open arms (and legs) – his “tart” spread-eagled on his sports-car’s bonnet she likes him for his open mind and open heart but most of all – his open wallet she intends to stick with him through thick and thicker and is most “concerned” about his dodgy ticker you can see my illustration & original poem...

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You go to work, toil hard all day. Works for me, keeps you out of my way. At the end of the month you get your salary, then you can buy me gifts, with which to lavish me. Wine and dine me a few times a week, then another I wont seek. I need my hair done, you can pay but don't hang around, you don't have to stay. I'll...

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Gold Digger now I'm not saying she's a gold digger but her hands are in my pants pants pants and I'm thinking as far as I can figure she's not asking me to dance dance dance cause the only tune I can hear playing is the one that's in my head head head and she's not skinny but she keeps saying honey...

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killing for love? we should out grow it unless it's for deceivers and you know it those less fortunate charity recievers those pretty eye's and nails masscara that never fails those that are witty for a reason allways dressed up for the season when you speak their eye's are wide open tabulating the latest slogan until something better comes along then swoops...

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GOLD DIGGER Once, a gold digger I met. With...

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