well I don't care, for mushroom soup.
I just want a damn bedroom roof.
Some Mac N Cheese, will suit me fair.
Just let me in, to share your air.
I don't want your grandmothers ring.
Just speak my name, and I'll have your son.
I don't need, a big fur coat.
Just your lovin' twitch, is all I'd ask.
I can re-use a plastic fork, and eat just scraps, for days on end.
I really wouldn't want, money on a stick.
Just some groovy-ass tunes, to rock out to.
I don't want a nice vacation home.
Only a place to sit with you.
Im no trophy girlfriend,
In fact I'd probably come in last.
But if you take my hand, I'll take yours.
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