You're my top gold trophy idol.

you were my top gold trophy idol,
slick hair six pad hotbod,
swaggering walking style,
and a killer with smiles.

girls are your prize,
hearts are your victims.
money is nothing,
or so it seems.

a facade you cloaked yourself,
so thick i was tricked into believing.
cause the money was the master of your game,
without it your just like the rest of us -
normal.

my stupidity grew into a baby,
and now i handle extra burdens in my hand.
cause the one i called my hubby
is a bankrupt with debts.