Rob Mulders - Micky

Micky said to me, you've got to promise
Our love will never be
Based on the money that is mine
I mean it could be since I'm 69
It would really break her heart
To find out I just love her creditcard
And she said that our love
Will then be done, cause there are more
Planets around the sun

Won't you relax now baby, baby relax

She just won't realise, that the day that she dies
Will be the key to fortune and to paradise
I don't care about the feelings that she has for me
I like dollar bills and big limousines
I just hope that she'll never reaches 93
Be patient boy, don't spoil your dreams
Even her lifestyle makes it worth me while
Just imagine all the money
That I get from my aged honey

I'll buy a yacht and a penthouse-flat
With a colour-TV and a private jet
Young beautiful women fill up my bed
As soon as this old thing is dead
I might look dum and I may look like a fool
It might look greedy and it might look cruel
But I tell you it's the only tool
To a private heated swimmingpool

When she past away, the notary was gonna say
That all of her wealth, that she carefully breeded
Was given away to the poor to the needed
I don't think it's fair, I should be the only heir
Is this some kind of game to you
There wasn't a thing I didn't do
To give your life a happy end
I really thought you were my friend
What happened to our lovers lane
In stead of wealth you leave me broke in pain
Ten years of my life go down the drain

I just don't understand, maybe that she knew about my plans
And what am I to do without any friends

Never get married with an overaged chick
Don't waste your time the risk is too big
Even if she's wealthy and incurable sick
They will cheat you boy, with their dirty tricks

Don't take their invitation
Stick to your own generation

Written by:
Rob Mulders

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