Money don’t grow on trees, only leaves and underneath those leaves sits me wishing and hoping that some girl would sit with me. Grow On Me… but growing takes time and no girl is willing to take that time, not unless I could help her grow; seed money.
Pretty girls… don’t grow on me
No Ma’am, this sir
Haven’t you heard?
I’m a nerd
You see
And broke
I fall
Call
But nah
Want me; you choke
Don’t swish and sway
Perky breasts
Kisses on my neck
My lips a peck
They do walk away
Into the wind
Fly
And lie
With no goodbye
Because of my sin
Don’t ever fall
Not for me
Could never be
We
So high and so tall
And when it’s cold
Can’t catch them
They go to him
Where have I been?
Don’t want to know
Because money don’t grow
Only leaves
Not even me
Didn’t you know?
But others I see
Pretty girls gather
Don’t grow on me
Copyright © 2011, Will A. Bradford Jr. All rights reserved.
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