Credit Card:

by Scott Cole   Jul 22, 2015


She's like A raindrop
Falling to the ground,
For she never sits still
She always gets around.

She's so slim and so thin
Did you get her number,
For she's one of a kind
So don't make a blunder.

You can get what you want
Or whatever you may need,
As long as she hangs out
And bears her good deeds.

She knows what it's like
To always get her way,
Even if it's only herself
That has to always pay.

She's always on your back
To take her out tonight,
Just in case your wallet
And your money isn't right.

For she is my Credit Card
I don't leave home without her,
Cause I am what you call
A full time entrepreneur.

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