She senses a gold mine
In a lonely widower
Not knowing his estate
Will be his heirs'.
In her best dress
In her best make up
She meets him in an
High end restaurant.
She lures him, seduces him
Offers all of herself
But when the cat is
Let out of the bag
She excuses herslef
Goes to the restroom
And calls the next single
Widower/divorced millionaire.
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