if pants are stuffed with mega-bucks
that doesn't mean you're rich
you might have scratch but here's the catch
no love still makes you itch
a comfy life without a wife
can really be a bitch
its paradise, if found, one nice
and hell if she's a witch
and we can live in ploverty
dead broke with love inside
i'll be your man that's penniless
you'll be my cashless bride
i don't have skills to pay the bills
don't have much of a brain
a simple slob with crappy job
and way too dumb to train
a beat up car, all old and scarred
a home, quite patched and plain
but with you there, a millionaire
love's capital to gain
and we can live in ploverty
dead broke with love inside
i'll be your man that's penniless
you'll be my cashless bride
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