Sunday, March 28, 2010

Money


From up there we have fallen
Because those without you are broken
You say it's worth every penny

Your taste is so sweet to my lips
Care to leave me some tips
I would need your company

I've got a plan to solve the crisis
But it involves your nemesis
You run this world with such glory

You've got everyone confused
For you, i'll stand accused
Are you really that blind, honey?

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