I have had enough He is powerful and rich Bu he is lewd and he is old And it’s time for me to go On to better things I don’t need to wear his wealth Like a noose around my throat I’m not a goat
His hair is not his own And although surgeons fixed his eyes He never sees how vulgar he’s become I laugh and then I cry He thinks that he’s become the king He’s still a shameless playboy pimp I cannot love a man with floozies Younger than his kids
They love him for the cash When he flashes it at the trash Whatever anybody thinks of him He controls the press That I ever loved him was My very own foolishness Because he only wanted what he could see But he’s never really seen me
At the mansion in Milan He makes me feel like I’m a piece Always running around with presidents Or with his football team And now I’ve heard everything about The skinny blonde model down in the south If it isn’t on the BBC He won’t tell me