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I'm not in a position to maintain you, |
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The way that you're accustomed to, |
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Can't take you out to fancy places, |
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Like other fellows that I know can do, |
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I'm only able to romance you, |
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& make you tingle with delight, |
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Financially, I'm a pauper, |
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But when it comes to lovin I'm alright. |
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Alright alright |
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Don't show me what you're friends are wearing, |
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I really don't want to see, |
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Don't tell me what your friends are buying, girl |
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'Cause money doesn't grow on trees. |
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I got so many patches on my clothes, girl |
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A hole in the bottom of my shoes |
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Financially, I'm a pauper, |
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But when it comes to lovin I'm alright. |
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Alright alright |
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You do really think I can buy you girl, |
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Or drive you in a GT car, |
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If you're hungry, girl, I can't feed you, |
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For my money, girl, you won't get far, |
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Tell me about the things that excite you, |
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That makes you tingle with delight, |
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Tell me where to hold & touch you, |
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So you got to tell me, I'm alright. |
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Alright alright |