Bring Me The Moon

🌟 Art by @Seven Star link below🌟 ⭐-Star's Details-⭐ 🌲https://hyperfollow.com/SevenStar7 💰 Make a donation here: https://www.paypal.biz/sevenstar1069 ___________________________________________________ I hear you groan at the cost of my nails, That just shows your love is a fail. You count your coins while I count my time, You don’t deserve a star like mine. I’m not a bargain, not your mistake, Every manicure is a new upgrade. You need to match the life I demand, If not, I’ll go call my backup plan. I changed the locks, packed your box, Keep your broke boy hands off my tops. They’re custom down, one of a kind, But you’d never know, you’re so far behind. You hate my bills, you hate my taste, So why would I allow you into my space? You don’t invest, you don’t belong, By the time I count to five you should be gone. I’m a goddess, boy, bring me the moon, Or cry about it like a petty goon. If you’re too broke to play, that’s fine Step aside for the next guy in the line. He calls me “heartless” like it’s a crime, Sir, I’m not here for “quality time.” If I wanted love, I’d buy a dog, I’m not living in a poverty bog. I’ve told you three times now, nice and sweet, Remove yourself from here, or I’ll call the police. You hate my bills, you hate my taste, So why would I allow you into my space? You don’t invest, you don’t belong, By the time I count to five you should be gone. I’m a goddess, boy, bring me the moon, Or cry about it like a petty goon. If you’re too broke to play, that’s fine Step aside for the next guy in the line. I’m allergic to dust in all of its forms, I even took out this restraining order. Says right here, no dust allowed, Otherwise that man’s life gets a little shorter. You hate my bills, you hate my taste, So why would I allow you into my space? You don’t invest, you don’t belong, By the time I count to five you should be gone. I’m a goddess, boy, bring me the moon, Or cry about it like a petty goon. If you’re too broke to play, that’s fine Step aside for the next guy in the line.