My baby is gone

My baby is gone and I’m broke.
What is there left to be sold in this country?
Oh, yeah… georgian blues… 

Do you want to buy my wedding ring? On the flea market I noticed this man who was selling these sexy shoes (Dolce Gabbana), jewels and other expensive stuff from a woman, while twisting nervously a ring on his finger, looking depressed and dejected, maybe ashamed of himself. A lot of scenarios popped up in my mind:
-His new wife to whom he bought expensive presents had run away from him because he was such a looser, and she didn’t only want the shoes but the whole life that goes with it. So now he is ruined, and doesn’t even have a wife. And nobody wants to buy these items, it looks like it’s cursed.
– Or he wanted to be a pimp, and all the money he tried to invest dressing up a fancy lady to make her work on a street didn’t amount to much, because he didn’t have the necessary pimp talent. So now he was left with a useless investement…
-Or he is just a country boy coming to work in the city and found an abandoned suitcase, or a stolen suitcase, and he has no idea how to make money out of these items, so he just brings them to the flea market… etc…