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 loving, I'm alright; alright, alright

Don't show me what your friends are wearing

I really don't want know

Don't tell me what your friends are buying

'Cause money doesn't grow on trees

Tell me about the things that excites you

That makes you tingle with delight

Tell me where to hold and touch you

For when it comes to loving, I'm alright; alright, alright

Jewelry 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

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

I've got so many patches on my clothes, girl

A hole in the bottom of my shoe

But if you prefer love to luxury

Then you've got to tell me, girl, that I'm alright

Alright, alright, alright, alright, alright, alright