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They say
that one day we will laugh,
But I ain’t laughing yet,
I gave you of my heart and soul,
And this is what I get.
You used
it up and tossed it out,
Just like a piece of trash,
You said you loved and cherished me,
You’re in it for the cash.
For
someone said that I was rich,
A word you love so well,
I’d never let you get that close,
If only I could tell.
You used
your charm to get to me,
Was nothing I could do,
And when you found out I was poor,
You said that we were through.
Well Baby,
I’ve got news for you,
I’m richer than you think,
I found someone who needs just me,
And doesn’t need a mink.
Now I am
happy, how ‘bout you?,
I really somehow doubt it,
Good luck in finding ‘Mr. Right’,
The way you go about it.
by David Ronald Bruce Pekrul
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