Gold Digger
I am a gold digger
I use and I cheat and I steal
Places people and the finest of things
I am a gold digger
Jewelry, mansions and lovers
One for fame the other for fortune
And a dash of spite thrown in
I am a gold digger
I ain't no hooker
No high class fraud
Oh but I am
A damn good
gold digger
You may not think so when you look at me
All pale white faced and over wiehgt
But just wait I flash a smilie
Or flatter you with compliments
You'll be wrapped
Around my finger so fast
You'll think my faults are yours
You'll blame yourself
Instead of anyone else
I am a gold digger
In the sence that
Once I know who and what you are
No worries I will be your best friend
Buy you things, compliment you, treat you like a king
And you'll in turn be mine
But you may want to be wary
of a best friend like me
For I have no real friends
just assets, resources
And a very sharp edge to survive.
I am a gold digger
An awefully good friend to have.
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