Even if I had the money
I wouldn’t spend it on you
Even in the best of conditions
You do things that cause friction
Putting me in uncomfortable positions of opposition
Always sticking me with your nasty disposition
I never know if you’re coming or going
With your hot flashes
Temper tangents
Or just plain mad
You’re always in transition
First you’re nice
Then you’re bitching
You don’t think twice about your drastic switching
And although you have good advice
You never throw it up and catch it
Basically you’ve shown that your mind is made of stone
No matter how much you say you’ve grown
You’re still into material homes
I wouldn’t spend it on you
Even in the best of conditions
You do things that cause friction
Putting me in uncomfortable positions of opposition
Always sticking me with your nasty disposition
I never know if you’re coming or going
With your hot flashes
Temper tangents
Or just plain mad
You’re always in transition
First you’re nice
Then you’re bitching
You don’t think twice about your drastic switching
And although you have good advice
You never throw it up and catch it
Basically you’ve shown that your mind is made of stone
No matter how much you say you’ve grown
You’re still into material homes
Spending money on you
I wouldn’t if I could
From a spiritual point of view
It wouldn’t do you any good
If you have money your spirit is still safe
But only if you are spiritually based
No rich man will have a place in 7od’s ranks
Except he who counts his blessings
And always gives thanks for his spiritual lessons
If I could give you one thing
In order for you not to worsen
It would be the plans
Right in your hands
Blue prints of a 7odly person
Hearing me
But not listening
You’ll miss me
When my love comes up missing
I wouldn’t if I could
From a spiritual point of view
It wouldn’t do you any good
If you have money your spirit is still safe
But only if you are spiritually based
No rich man will have a place in 7od’s ranks
Except he who counts his blessings
And always gives thanks for his spiritual lessons
If I could give you one thing
In order for you not to worsen
It would be the plans
Right in your hands
Blue prints of a 7odly person
Hearing me
But not listening
You’ll miss me
When my love comes up missing

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