The Gold Digger
I will call you honey.You are my love.
I love you for your money.
You always knew i would.
You didn't think id love you,
just for being you.
I love you for your sports car,
and all your money too.
Now don't you cry,
you sad little man.
You know i won you over,
with my greedy little charm.
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