Chump Change
We're all become familiar with the cliche, the billionaire with the trophy wife on his arm and another beauty stashed away just in case. But what happens when that second relationship sours? This light-hearted take on a relationship gone bad should please those who can only dream of such wealth.
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Who bought you a Lamborgini?
Bought your first Versace?
Took you to the south of France?
Equipped you with Hitachi?
I gave you Number five Chanel
From Tiffany’s an emerald ring
The penthouse at the Ritz Hotel
The Met to teach you how to sing.
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I give you diamonds
I give you gold
You give me a headache
Leave me out in the cold
For what I’m paying it sure seems strange
That all you’re giving me is chump change
Chump change
All you’re giving me is chump change.
Who paid for the saline twins?
A gram or two for lonely nights?
A Lichtenstein print of your Mom
A Shar-pei with an overbite.
Front row at the Cats revival
A drunken pledge to Jerry’s Kids
A painless scrape, a tummy tuck,
Just name one thing I forbid.
Chorus
There are speed burns on my credit cards
The statements run from page to page
Through your fingers money flies
By like digits on the gas pump gauge
It’s a buyer’s market can’t you tell
And you’ve reached expiration;
They’re lining up against the bar
All promise and expectation.
Chorus
© Tom Barlow 2018
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