Loving Pauper

I'm not in a position to maintain you

The way that you're accustomed to

Can't take you out to fancy places

Like other fellows that I know can do

I'm only able to romance you

And make you tingle with delight

Financially, I'm a pauper

But when it comes to lovin I'm alright

Alright alright

Don't show me what you're friends are wearing

I really don't want to see

Don't tell me what your friends are buying, girl

'Cause money doesn't grow on trees

Tell me 'bout the things that excite you

That makes you tingle with delight

Tell me where to hold and touch you

So when it comes to lovin I'm alright

Alright alright

Jewels are things I can't buy you, girl

Or drive you in a GT car

If you're hungry, girl, I can't feed you

For my money, girl, you won't get far

I got so many patches on my clothes, girl

A hole in the bottom of shoe

But if you prefer love to luxury

Then you've got to tell me I'm alright

Alright alright