Rich

I don’t get off on opulence I won’t go down as an expense There’s no trade in my amour You’ll never find me in good grace Throwing money in my face I’ve seen it all before

I’m so rich in love I feel so wealthy in my mind and soul I’m so rich in my heart And it’s an asset I control You can keep prosperity You can’t buy and you can’t sell me

My love is no commodity To sell for cash and luxury I don’t live my life that way You offer cars and diamond rings But my heart’s set on finer things There’s no price that you can pay

CHORUS

RAP My lover is waiting there for me It’s a different kind of currency It’s everything I need to get me through And no amount of money could ever undo My lover don’t give financial gain But you won’t never ever hear me complain What we have is much more profound It’s not about the dollar and pound

CHORUS x 2

Copyright: Paul Stirk 2007