You were barefoot roaming the streets
Now I've got you, you need a chauffeur

You were barefoot picking up pennies
Now I've got you, you ask for dollar bills

You were dirt poor gathering wild herbs
Now I've got you, you need golden rings

I sentenced *Death to a thousand years in jail
So you’d be free to spend time with me

I rolled my dice and I got six and five
The cops in the corner rolled me five by five