Leaky faucet, creaky floor We don’t even own a bathroom door The sofa set is nothing to be jealous of We don’t have a lot but there’s no shortage here for love
All the pennies in the wishing wells All the diamonds Tiffany’s could sell All the riches put together All the sunny California weather Could not make me love you any better
You could give me all that I request If you fancy, darling be my guest But I’ll take less if more means having less of you Who needs sequin shoes or private jets to Katmandu
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I don’t need your money Just your kisses and your funny faces Which I miss when you’re away I cry into my pillow Stay up late until you bring me takeout We make conversation all about