sick of envy
feelings of jealousy
all the time she talks about money
everybody has it, the only one who hasn’t, is she
her own sisters’ misfortune would make her laughing
while stabbing knives in your back she’s smiling
gossip about everything
talking lies is just a way of living
says her sisters are fat
but if you mention her corpulence, she’d be mad
she’s the one without any mistake
faults are what other people make
thinks that’s her family is an example of style
forgets she’s the one who gets beaten up once and a while
says that her sisters are lazy
but she’s the one who doesn’t do anything but watching tv
talking about inheritances all day long
waiting for somebody’s death to collect isn’t wrong
one day she'll understand during a lonely walk...
that money doesn't give love neither talk.