Can't Buy Her Love

Rich men can't say: "I love you."
Poor men sure can.
The first One will buy you flowers.
The second One builds a garden.

Oh, but you can't buy her love.
It was never for sale and, you know,
she's not no sex machine.
She longs to be loved and she wants
to be told that she is.
And alway will be!

"Stand by your man,"
is what Tammy once sang.
But he sits on a couch and has a
converter-hand that she can't stand.

Oh, but you can't buy her love.
It was never for sale and, you know,
she's not no sex machine.
She longs to be loved and she wants
to be told that she is.
And always will be.

A lucky man ain't always the greatest
or the nicest or the prettiest.
But his wrinkled thoughts have found a home
Her weak link fear of alone

Oh, but you can't buy her love.
It was never for sale and, you know,
she's not no sex machine.
She longs to be loved and she wants
to be told that she is.
And always will be.