CLOWN

Hey Baby, Hey You pretty self serving clown
You are glad to be rollin' right into town
You wanna come out n say meetcha in the bank parking lot
No other reason, but to try your best to get what you want

But I did my errand and went to my bank teller today
And I gave her the account numbers, O by the way
She checked on my portfolio and interest bearing stash
I said thanks and my smile couldn't help but flash

Give heed to the portfolio stalker
Comes on like a sweet talker
O Baby Baby, c'mon, lets combine our accounts
We can feel so good n really increase the amounts

I laugh as he thinks he has planted a brand new seed
Not really trying to hide his drooling greed
His inteligence so overtaken by his own desire
He's getting higher and higher as he plans to retire

Oh honey I miss you so much, lets do lunch you say
Oh heavens how could I, nay nay nay
On this earth there is absolutely no freakn' way
I could ever allow a lady to reach into her wallet and pay

Oh you pretty big footed self serving clown
You say that you want to talk about my wedding gown
As the waitress trudged over and dropped off the bill
You didn't even sweat as you exhibited your extraordinary skill

Damn damn, you say your pocket has a big hole
As you point in my direction your circus trained mole
You are so clueless thinking you are the first
Never thinking about me n only thinking of your thirst

So go now, comb your hair, pack your bag and get back to work
It is very possible you will find a widowed well off hotel clerk
So go now and get on with your portfolio search 
Wish you the best not really I'm sure not your first