Skinflynt Sözleri

There are times when a loving parent

Can spoil their child with earthly things

A heartfelt gift of a mom's endearment

Placed at the feet of her little king

But the king, in a tantrum

Demands more for his enter sanctum

And he, by his highness

Makes his request with little shyness

A man is the sum of what's he's done

Not that which he has owned

And his friends will grow from toil

And from the seeds that he's sown

But his friends will fall away

If he's got self intent

And alone he'll rule a thrown

With no empowerment

Forever a skinflynt

In a lifelong scheme of obtaining more

And more and more he's lost one thing

You must give some to take a little

Or a stench of greed is all you'll bring

And the stench is an odor

That can't be cleansed from a greed promoter

And married, a reputation of self-indulgent infatuation