Once i was addicted to
loving you, but you were
addicted to money your
attitude got me into rehab.
riches riches riches is what
you yell in your sleep. you have
swin in his king size bed and
he have you replaced, Crying a
river you turn your back on me,
now you are back asking for
second chance, is obvious
i just don't love You no more.
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