Poor

I'm a sucker, 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 the 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 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 the 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 the 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