I have a beautiful 3 bedroom home
To shield me from the rain
Very nice buick outside
How could I complain
The bill collectors paid
The bank account is fine
Everything I want
usually is mine
He just doesn't understand
This hunger I must feed
A longing in my heart
for what I truely need
Money can not buy
A very old cliche
How true it still holds
even to this day
An evening on the couch
Head in his lap
A sunday afternoon
Making love and a nap
A walk beneath the stars
His hand in mine
I would trade it all
anyplace, anytime
the things that I want
I can live without
my heart is slowing dying
I know there is no doubt
Please give me what I need.
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