She loved me, she loves me not,
Sobbing while drowning his sorrows in another shot,
He gave her everything he got,
But she kept throwing in his face all that he is not.
He would try to give her the moon on a platter,
But sentimental things would not matter,
She developed the ‘keeping up with the Joneses' complex,
‘Cha-ching’ and fancy ‘bling’ are all she respects.

Why can't she realize that money is not all?
I adore her and will always beckon to her love call.
It is ironic...