Loving Pauper

I'm not in a position to maintain you
The way that you're accustomed to
Can't take you out to fancy places
Like other fellas that I know can do
I'm only able to romance you
And make you tingle with delight
Financially I'm a pauper
But when it comes to lovin' I'm alright
Alright, alright

Don't show me what your friends are wearing
I really don't wanna know
Don't tell me what your friends are buying
'Cause money doesn't grow on trees
Tell me about the things that excites you
That makes you tingle with delight
Tell me where to hold and touch you
For when it comes to lovin' I'm alright
Alright, alright

Jewelry and things I can't buy you girl
Or drive you in a GT car
If you're hungry girl I can't feed you
With my money girl you won't get far
I've got so many patches on my clothes girl
A hole in the bottom of my shoe
But if you prefer love to luxury
Then you've got to tell me girl that I'm alright
Alright, alright
Alright, alright
Alright, alright
Alright, alright