Treasure Island

Lauren B Called

(Motown)

Only the Surface


Friend don't say you know me
If you don't understand
Why I do the things I do
or the difference of my plans

Friend don't expect me to agree
With the sacrifice
Of your children
While you play at night

Friend don't say you know me
With pity in your eyes
When you think I have less than you
When I bake my own pies

True no rings are upon my hands
Most of my clothes were bought used
Pillows and blankets make my couch comfortable
I'm just not ready to buy new

Friend don't think that I am poor
or that I go without
For if you knew me like you think you do
you'd say 'Now that's what life is all about! '

Submitted: Monday, July 14, 2014
Edited: Monday, July 14, 2014

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