When the printed money ends.
Will you love me like back then?
Often spending every dime we had.
When the heat this Winter cools.
And my toes are cold to touch.
Will your love for me be half filled...
Gladly in an empty cup?
Can we still do the boogey like we ate peanuts.
Sipping on one glass of powdered juice?
Can we still do the boogey with the shells...
From licked cream puffs?
Each rubbing on our loose caboose.
Oh remember when we weren't bling stung!
Oooohhh remember when we were so dumb...
Stubborn and young!
'Sounds like the names of my lawyers.
Trying to convince me,
The money I have invested with them...
Will help restore the economy.'
Oh remember when we weren't bling stung!
Oooohhh remember when we were so dumb...
Stubborn and young?
And to those days we should say...
Goodbye and...so long!
Since we are now held captive...
By those who love the wrong!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem