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