Money And A Girl

I know your hairs have shining curls, I know in your mouth are twinkling pearls, I know there're stars in your blue eyes, I know your face is like the blue skies, I am a handsome boy ambitious and dreaming, Though I can rejoice your voice so screaming, I know when you walk with you walks an appeal, I know when you speak with you talks an appeal, I know in your bosom you've a loving heart, But my life is not a work of fine art, Life is mathematics of calculating future, You may call it as a society's caricature, I am marrying your class mate though she is illicit, Her father is a minister and for me she isn't misfit, Though he never accepted her as his daughter, He will silently help me and will make my career, I know on your chin there's a black mole, Sweetheart! But a poor girl is a black hole, I can share your smiles I can share your tears, But I cannot destroy my golden years, I am helpless in the hands of a demanding life, I can love you but I can't make you my wife!