歌词
Man of a moneyed mind,
A trophy wife,
On his arm to boast,
Their love was dashed,
On the diamond coast.
Born was a single heir,
To the ideal pair,
To the careless two,
Who choked the child,
On the silver spoon.
Now the couple take turns,
Tryin’ to out-do each other,
The more riches the better,
The father or mother.
Love at sweet sixteen,
The king and queen,
The wedding bells,
Could well have warned,
What time would tell.
The cut above her eye,
She could not hide,
From the little boy,
Who knew it wise,
Now he's gone more often
And she found ways to forget,
And the little boy's hatred
Is not showing yet.
The wife of a working man
Pills in hand 'neath a teary sleeve
Their love was pure
But could not conceive.
(Near of far from your mind)
And years and years go by
The things they tried,
But Fate had wrote
To not give life would kill them both.
(All this happens all the time)
Now he goes to houses
Where kissing is banned,
And she has a daughter
But she's missing her man.
Near or far from your mind,
All this happens all the time.
Near or far from your mind,
All this happens all the time.
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