Money makes the world go ’round, and I have you wrapped around my perfectly manicured finger. You get so hard and twitch every time I take your wallet or demand a tribute you can’t help but get weak in the knees and fall further addicted into my hot domineering web of being nothing but a money hungry brat. The only time I get a smile across my face or think of you, is when you $end me your money that you work so hard for and I do nothing but take from you.
