You ainʼt got a million dollars, but you got all your fancy friends taking pictures of each other, holding empty cups of gin. Everything you said you needed you got with a smile. Now, I have been thinking you should hurt once in awhile. Making love to sweet Virginia with your pants around your knees. You cannot be bothered because she canʼt give you what you need. Your fancy friends are calling, so you cut and run; meet them down on Court Avenue. When your legs begin to buckle, isnʼt it time to get home? Because youʼll wake up in the morning and wonder where your money goes. Your fancy friends wonʼt call you if you donʼt pick up the phone. They should have left you down there on Court Avenue.