GOLD DIGGER

She plays her game with such conviction

Strokes his ego with a smile

Rides him bareback in the afternoons

Gets the cuffs out for a while

She’s a pleaser; such a teaser

With her fast and roaming touch

Has his wallet firm in one hand

Whilst she toys with his hard crutch

But he’s happy; man he’s happy

Couldn’t care she’s much too young

She’s his cute and pretty bumble bee

This bad boy will get stung

But she plays him; god she plays him

He is putty in her hands

Swirls his chest hair round her pinky

Takes him to the promised land

Liquid honey it ain’t sweeter

She’s his plaything; he her gimp

Gifts and presents; diamond jewellery

She a whore, and he her pimp

He doesn’t use her; or abuse her

She’s the goddess in his midst

The old charmer playing footsie

In the Carlton or the Ritz!

But she loves it; god she loves it

She has played this game before

Sweet arm candy for an old guy

Paid in gold, she knows the score

A gold digger; no she’s bigger

Diamonds, pearls; all precious stones

But she is happy; he’s so sappy

She f***s hard; he NEVER moans!!