Trophy Wife

 
You were young, toned and tan
married the older rich man
With the huge diamond on your hand
You always wanted to be a rich bitch
Looking down on all the little people
like the princess on the steeple
Your vanity shows
by the way you thumb your nose
You were the snob with the boob job
but your beauty faded fast
and his lavishness didn’t last
You were once digging for gold
now your just old and out in the cold,
jilted and scorned
Cant say you wasn’t warned
don’t act surprised because he showed you the door
After all you were wife number four
How does it feel
to be left to beg, borrow and steel
Your all alone
and you’ve reaped what you’ve sewn
All you had was your looks
shoulda have read more books
Your looking like a fool
`cause you blew off school
Now watcha gonna do?
Who you gonna screw?
No one ever taught you how to live on the street
Now,  maybe you’ll be kinder to little people you meet

brazzoli 8/23/11