You think I’m waiting, counting days and hours,

Diamonds shining, but I don’t need your flowers.

Got my own path, I’m writing my own story,

Don’t need a wallet — I want real love, not glory.

No, I don’t want your rich boy game,

Your flashy cars can’t say my name.

I’m not a prize, I’m not for sale,

My heart’s not up for auction — that’s the tale.

Hey, hey, I’m walking free,

Love’s not measured in luxury.

You drop your cash, you think it’s all that matters,

But I’m the queen where real connection scatters.

A smile that’s true, a hand that’s always steady,

That’s what I’m after — not a life that’s ready-made.

No, I don’t want your rich boy game,

Your flashy cars can’t say my name.

I’m not a prize, I’m not for sale,