Plastic

She was twenty-nine
He was old time
She kissed him through sweaty nights
And took him to dizzy highs.

She brought him down to her breast
In this haven he would rest.

Then she would say no cloths to wear
He would say take my wallet
It's over there.

But she wants more
Rich old man with a thousand score

And with this ring she did wed
And kept him in her loving bed
Every night and now he's dead.

He went with a smile
And a pucker of his lips
Trying for one last kiss
She turned her head
And it was a miss.

So the letter falls on the mat
She rips it open thinking it will
Be something fantastic
But her smile turns drastic
Old man your money
Was all-plastic.