Too much? Never too much. A nittar, a natter, a pither, a patter. Clocks, frocks and precious rocks. Awkward talks and odd socks. Give me a ring sometime. Gold? Platinum? Prehistoric crystal umber? No, I only meant to give my number.
Name your price...what about Jamie that's nice? I mean a figure! Like one thousand or twice that, or thrice. My figure, are you calling me fat!? Tell that to my personal trainer, he's on your payroll you prat!
Shares, give me shares and I'm not sharing. It's all about buying, lying and not caring. Pass the salt. No it's mine, what did I tell you about sharing. You're not nice, truly, I regret this unfortunate pairing.
But I have all we need; a car, a pool a dog and a lead. Prick me and it is gold I bleed. You'll bleed just as red as me, you forget the other night you fell and skinned your knee. You say you're made of money but I know you're flesh and bone. I know! You're dumped, I'm better of on my own.
I'm non-refundable.
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