And you measure for wealth by the things you can hold And you measure for love by the sweet things you're told And you live in the past of a dream that you're in And your selfishness is your cardinal sin
And you want to be held with highest regard If he likes you so much If he's trying so hard And you're trying to conceal your ordinary way With a smile or a shrug Or some stolen cliche
But don't you understand And don't you look about I'm trying to take nothing from you So why should you act so put out, for me
'Cause emotionally, you're the same basic trip And you know that I know of the times that you've slipped So don't try to impress me You're just pins and paint And don't try to charm me With things that you ain't