Bill keeps on calling asking for money
He laughs when I say no, and then demands me to lend it to him
He wants me to lend him his paycheck, the green to feed his family
Clickety-click, he receives my silence, the insult of my indignation
I only have enough to worry about my needs, not his
Why does he keep calling, paying me an unyielding hello?
Who does he think he is, insulting me into giving him his desires?
We just don’t seem to click, yet in the end, somehow we do