I guess it's nice to love a rich man,
pockets full and gives materials;
has 27 cars and ready to buy me one.
But I wouldn't dare to keep a lover;
to be mine only, and not another's.
There are only so many guesses I could make.
So shush and be pleasant,
You know love isn't a present
But maybe if your chains are made of gold,
I could make an exception.
If you give me that gilded illusion,
I don't care if like the chains you get cold.
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