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As poverty appeared a constant curse
In her young life I thought Id tolerate
A credit card we shared Id just reimburse
A spending spree invoked her happy state
A credit card enjoys insidious rate
Its stuck in her doe skin designer purse
And interest and penalties of late
Would sink us click us stiffs inside a hearse
I still stop short of calling this a drug
I deem it dodgy habit lighter vein
Withdrawals are overdrawn as sensual pain
Id never hang a price on kiss or hug
I say her smiles are worth a million bucks
The dozen dresses calibrate the crux
Chorus bucks clams dollars