You spied around the treasure trove,
Picked the silver; but I'm pure Gold!
Why'd you leave me in this trunk,
My life, my hopes, my dreams are sunk.
I gave it my all, I put myself out,
Isn't that what this is About?
Finding the right one, the one that's top-notch,
I shined in the sun and you didn't care to watch.
You could have been Rich!
You could have cashed In!
But you didn't, you ignored me,
A true form of sin.
So, little plunder girl, did you get what you Wanted?
You made the wrong choice, so now you've been haunted,
By ghosts and spirits of guilt and regret,
Better watch your back, 'cause I'm a treat.
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