Charitable Beauty

Rich man, millionaire

Never worked himself

Rich girl, independent

Got her money herself

Witchly charity called the rich man

He hung up, beginning a spell so grand

All his money to the witchly charity

To get it back, he had to find his charity

Poor man on a countdown

Lost without his lifely substance

Rich girl comes around

Provides poor man with currency substance

Poor man in awe of her charity

Grabs rich girl in a moment of clarity

Before the time clock runs out verily

Could maybe she find his charity

Rich girl sees poor man's beauty

To her, he was such a cutie

Humbly, raps out her journey to him

How her and her morals came to win

Witchly charity called the poor girl

She gave, starting a money whirl

Witchly charity found her employment

Six figures to her enjoyment

Rich girl's rap is done

She saw poor man has no time to run

Seeing her charity

One second left on the clock

Poor man found it was no rarity

With a flash of light

Poor man was Rich man

His Charity now right

The two kissed

And said goodnight

To the New York streetlight