I'd rather be a poor girl,
Than be alone in a room full of nothing,
In a room full of something,
That never speaks or moves.
I'd rather be a poor girl,
Then have no friends,
No one to talk to,
No one to sing to.
I'd rather be loved,
Oh, hold me so tight.
Then all will be so beautiful and right.
All will be so gorgeous and bright.
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Friendships are so precious and we know that money cannot buy happiness. Thank you Vera