Can'T Buy A Clue Poem by Nancy Ames

'I'm sitting here
in my good girl dress,
and I got an awful fear
that I might say 'yes'.

And it's all because you
can't buy a clue.

I'm a used piece of kleenex -
I'm soft but I'm strong -
you call it love when you mean sex
and then you treat me like I don't belong.

And it's all because you
can't buy a clue.

The highway is the last place
you'll ever hear my voice -
the last time you got on my case,
I guess you left me no choice.

And it's all because you
can't buy a clue.'