“Farewell! thou art too dear for my possessing”
aka
“Kin ah, kin ah, I no money already”
Farewell! thou art too dear for my possessing,
The way mine credit card slashes for thy purchases,
no longer can I bear.
And like enough thou know’st thy estimate:
You’re just too damn high maintenance;
For how do I hold thee but by thy granting?
You love my money not me, can.
The cause of this fair gift in me is wanting,
You checked my bank balance yesterday, issit?
Don’t anyhow say you love me then put your hand in my pocket for my wallet;
You want that kind of boyfriend then look for a SUGAR DADDY,
I’m really not old enough to be eligible for that position.
Thus have I had thee, but only because money was mine then,
In sleep got money, but waking no such matter.
