My Business

Soft sunlight’s proud upon your brow,
Sweet nuggets of your eyes shine true;
Now I’m a mining company
With profitable work to do.

The gold I seek is in your cheek,
Your ivory teeth do gleam;
I’m miner, and I’m hunter, too,
The earth, it holds my dream.

Your raven hair, it is so black,
So coal-like black in ground;
Strip-miner me, that’s what I be,
My profits high abound!

Your lips, your lips—oh profit great!
More great than all the sky!
My business has one end in sight—
To buy and buy and buy!

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