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Submitted:Sep 14, 2012    Reads: 10    Comments: 5    Likes: 2   


if pants are stuffed with mega-bucks
that doesn't mean you're rich
you might have scratch but here's the catch
no love still makes you itch

a comfy life without a wife
can really be a bitch
its paradise, if found, one nice
and hell if she's a witch

and we can live in ploverty
dead broke with love inside
i'll be your man that's penniless
you'll be my cashless bride

i don't have skills to pay the bills
don't have much of a brain
a simple slob with crappy job
and way too dumb to train

a beat up car, all old and scarred
a home, quite patched and plain
but with you there, a millionaire
love's capital to gain

and we can live in ploverty
dead broke with love inside
i'll be your man that's penniless
you'll be my cashless bride




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