Poor - William Clark Green

Now I’m a sucker

I’m a sinner

Three times a loser

A fool who can’t buy you a ring

You’re a lady

A Saint

You’re three times I ain’t

You’re my bonafide double wide queen

I don’t care for bills in the mailbox

I don’t care for your dad on the phone

It’s you and me in my chair

Covered up in your hair

It feels pretty good being poor

There’s cracks in the ceiling

And I love the feeling of watching you stuck in a dream

And you let out a smile

And I think for a while

When you’re sleeping

You’re dreaming of me

I don’t care for bills in the mailbox

You don’t care for the cars on the lawn

It’s you and me in my bed

Waking up to this mess

And it feels pretty good being poor

I don’t care for bills in the mailbox

I don’t care for your dad on the phone

It’s you and me in my chair

Covered up in your hair

And it feels pretty good being poor

I know we ain’t got much

But we’re so rich in love

And it feels pretty good being poor