I Love Money

by Freud Dan

 

I was young and loved by a boy without much money,

He swore to put on a huge diamond on my ring finger.

First of all he was to leave home to fight for a better life,

His sweet dreams were settled in the vanity of upper class.

 

I love money, I love sex,

I love the dying past.

I love money, I love sex,

I love heart-beating affairs to hide my face.

 

His stories were heard from folk mouths that he was money,

He was famed and crowded by greedy material girls.

Tear drops like pouring rains wetted out my crying pillows,

I rang the index finger showing my passion for a new love.

 

I love money, I love sex,

I love chewing grief by my own.

I love money, I love sex,

I love taking refuge in reliving in happy times.

 

His testosterone racks while my estrogen is on the rampage,

We are retention of the oral stage refusing to grow up.

Like kid adults finding a broad shoulder or a warm hug,

A look can beat the nerve to refresh the buried memories.

 

I love money, I love sex,

I love when we lost selfs.

I love money, I love sex,

I love silly words we swallowed in the wind.