Love isn't bought. It's found by accident, and then groom, raised, nurtured, put on a leash that isn't too long and not too short, and finally allowed to sleep in its place, but not in the bed. It needs to know its place, and not monopolizes you entirely.
Why won't you accept my cash love?Have you come to hate me?Why?Well?Didn't I just confess my feelings to you?I guess you've never had something like this just given to you, hmm.Have I done something wrong?Well, can you tell me?