Too much month at
the end of the money
Too much month at the end of the money
Too much pain at the end of the love
My wallet’s headed for chapter 11
Our romance is bound for chapter 7
And our future’s been foreclosed.
We’ll need to telephone the Jones’s
Let ‘em know we can’t keep up
Hope they don’t mind
If we fall behind
If we leave them on their own
That stack of bills
Is a bitter pill
Our mortgage is shooting skyward
. . Copyright 2015
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