If I had only loved your flesh
And cared not for your wallet
I would have left you after
A one night stand and never
Would have looked back at you
But I know your wallet is fat
You live in a mansion
You have a fleet of cars
Your yachts are in docks
And you have me in your bed
Night after night
I give you want you lack
And I want from you
What I lack
What is wrong with that?
Love is fun
So is luxury
So is wealth.
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