Gold-digger
I am material,
And you give me too much —
“A mountain of a soul,”
A heart of pure gold,
Which I cannot
Fathom giving up.
Spade to start,
On your heart,
Dream of a diamond ring,
Only in the club.
So I dig,
Dig,
DIG —
You are mine,
Mine,
MINE!
Co-written with Opus 5.5.