Women love fancy things
Things that sparkle
Things that glow
The more I bought the more
They show
They love the nice cars
To be driven from place to place
women of any race
come from near and far
No matter where you are
Money speaks
She listens
They hear me
She finally hears me
They listen to my pleas
She cares
They finally care
As long as I share
My ever flowing account
They love clothes and handbags
No worries but jet lag
She loves me
with money they love me
With money, I can be heard
My gaze is no longer absurd
Diamonds are a girl's best friend
with money, I'm more than that
I can pay
I can pay her to stay
She's sweet like sugar
Warm like the summer sun
But her intentions were clear
And they make me want to run
Nights set my heart ablaze
Her hands were my weakness
I couldn't resist her gaze
She is an addiction
And I am willing to pay
She is my addiction
She has to stay
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Mrs OneOfaKind
Im an African American young lady who is trying to change the world one story at a time.
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