| 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 fellows that I know can do, |
| I’m only able to romance you, |
| & 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 you’re friends are wearing, |
| I really don’t want to see, |
| Don’t tell me what your friends are buying, girl |
| 'Cause money doesn’t grow on trees. |
| I got so many patches on my clothes, girl |
| A hole in the bottom of shoe |
| Financially, I’m a pauper, |
| But when it comes to lovin I’m alright. |
| Alright alright |
| You do really think I can buy you girl, |
| Or drive you in a GT car, |
| If you’re hungry, girl, I can’t feed you, |
| For my money, girl, you won’t get far, |
| Tell me about the things that excite you, |
| That makes you tingle with delight, |
| Tell me where to hold & touch you, |
| So you got to tell me, I’m alright. |
| Alright allright |