My mother married an old man,

Who never looked in my eyes

He didn’t say a word to me

Nobody told me why

Every time I think about money

And all the things that my mama told me

She said “Son, you gotta marry a rich girl,

so maybe one day you’ll be happy like me”

Looking tacky in her golden rags

Thought she was a queen

Wonder why we were actin bad

No attention for me

When the sun came down I wouldn’t know where to go

Houses full of strangers nothing that I could call my home

And what I chose was to be alone, missing all the things that you could have shown I needed you