24ct GOLD

You're rich, fancy yacht moored bobbing in Monaco,
live in the tax haven, you sure go with the flow,
permatan, good looking, good in bed we were told,
seen in all the best places - but you don't have gold.

I remember you from the past when you were poor,
discarded your roots when you left , shut the door,
had a smart house, a millionaire when it was sold,
watched you from afar - but you don't have gold.

I gained riches in different ways, lucky without money,
I found the best with my bread and my honey,
she had great depth, inner spirit, warm and never cold,
you can have your fake friends - but you don't have gold.

That's what they called her, to aspire I had to be bold,
they teased me to be grateful: 'Does he know he's got gold?'