Mathilda

Hey Mathilda, Mathilda, Mathilda
She take my money and run, Venezuela
Five hundred dollars friends I lost
Poor man even sell my cab and horse
Matilda, she take my money and run Venezuela
Well the money was to buy my house and land
Then she got a serious plan
Well the money was just inside my bed
Stuck up in the pillow beneath my head
Well my friends never to love again
All my money gone in vain