Born of a wealthy family,
A child pampered and needy,
He started making his own ,
Left him spoiled and very greedy,
He felt he wanted more,
A woman in his life,
Someone to call his own,
To someday call his wife,
He left in his flashy car,
Searched for the perfect score,
But I had no idea,
He'd begin to ring my door,
I answered in a flash,
As an instinct from my heart ,
Led me to the boy,
who would use me from the start,
He liked the way I'd smile,
I was the perfect pick,
Such an easy target,
As I answered far too quick,
Forgot that with his money,
I was the perfect toy,
Never to be enough,
For the needy wealthy boy,
Just let him count his dollars,
For someday he will see,
That even with all the green in the world,
He will never afford me.