The Vile Lady

With deep hazel eyes and alabaster skin

I cannot see the beauty in your skin

Through your soul

How that your smile gleams at up class men

Not at the man who helps

What makes you a viscous snake

But money

Oh how that money gleams

Through your eyes

Up until your soul

Is your soul made of money

How good you could be

With your alabaster skin

And hazel eyes

But money