Money Speaks All Languages

That money speaks all languages happens to be true Just call into a posh Richmond cafe any night and you Will see ageing sugar daddy and his mistress one third the age of he Wine and dine and sipping brand coffee. Her feigned interest in him she barely can disguise But he can't see that as he is not so wise His gaze of love on her fixed steadfastly How very silly some ageing men can be. Were he on welfare or of the working poor And one whose future did not seem secure Such silly games with him she would not play She would not even bid the man good day. Wisdom comes with years you hear some people say But such assumptions don't ring true today And though age can bring wisdom that's hardly a defence For ageing male who lack in common sense. With money speaks all languages few would disagree In a posh Richmond cafe any night you'll see The ageing sugar daddy gaze into his young mistress's eyes And her feigned interest she barely can disguise.