Some people derive pleasure
From someone else's treasure
They'll do anything they can
To get it from your hand
They must fill their need
When they feel their greed
They can't get enough
Of other peoples stuff
When they see your new toy
It brings them no joy
Only jealously is what they feel
Then their ready to steal
They'll call you friend and honey
All the time wanting to steal your money
Trying to see what they can do
To get it from you
Not caring about your life
They covet your husband or wife
With all their dirty dealing
And all their petty stealing
Their just digging a hole
For their lost soul
Then there are those who measure
A person by the size of their treasure
If you have no money
Your not their honey
Without a fine house
Your just a mouse
They'll think of you as trash
If you have no cash
For those of us who don't feel greed
We will never feel the need
To seek pleasure
Nor will we ever measure
Someone else's treasure
