Rich People Can't Breed

People to see places to go

And then I ended up in Babylon

"At the risk of sounding rude,"

She asked, "Do you have any nice clothes?"

And me so smart I said something good

"I got a suit and I wear it well."

I am still wandering around the place you call your home

I am still wondering about the things you call your own

Too hot for the hot tub

And too young to realize what is going on

I wonder if you grow up here

Are you stuck here for the rest of your life?

I can't believe the creatures that I see here

they better look out for strange men like me

If you can't look ugly what can you look

Or better yet who can you look at

No imperfections around here

What makes it possible for there

To be babes of Babylon

Please don't become what you own

I can't wait to see you

When you're dreaming of this place

Rich people can breed, not a lie

Makes a good ending to the story.