Romantic Cheapskate v.2.0

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I'll read you poetry, I'll tell you what I know to be true

I'll make a sentimental observation bout the moon

I'll kiss you so that you could think that kisses are sublime

But I won't spend a penny, 'cuz all that you're worth is my time

You want flowers, I understand that flowers are grand

They tend to pretty up a gentleman caller's left hand

They don't stand in for love but they symbolize aptly

Grab a handful of blossoms as I pass by the crab tree

Hand these to the recipient of my affections

Urge they float in a crystal bowl, which I don't provide

The misdirections of the close magic practitioner

Unlike Bruce Wanye's winking subterfuge with the commissioner

As compared to my ability

to convince you that the mints you had fragility

Of wafer thinness established were gourmet

Palmed though they were from the bulk bin at Safeway

Hey, you want better, you better want what you need

Not too much in excess of that, lest you flaunt with your greed

"I want to be in love at any price"

Who would seek a dozen roses when a posy would suffice?

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And I don't mean to bother my pretty head with the math

But I've yet to spend a nickel and I'm pretty good with the past

I'm pretty solid on the figures, they add up

Curvature never to enter into the graph of the ones that had love

And memorize a number of them, oh but you're final

Take the needle off the record, take the finger off the vinyl

I'll assign all necessary function to the heart

Another economy of the energy that's involved

But it's apart from the pocketbook and the bookkeeping thereof

That ledger's glued together, to open up's rough

Very difficult, and barely worth the effort

You wonder when we're going to Peru again? Never

Sever that fantasy from out your conscious mind

Let's just springin for the cabride down and that's just fine

I don't offer brim and coffers on the cost of your disgrace

A contender's sweet nothings, come on over to my place

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We write rhymes when you meet us on the shores of the Seine

You would weep in between us, there's a gathering refrain

Cheapskate's what you call us in those moments of disdain

And it don't seem to me we're entitled to the name

Cheap what? Dirty word for such a generous soul

Who could lavish affection without any venerous goal

Or who, with such a goal in mind could apprehend

Any climax in the offing so as not to proceed a friend

And indeed the end of the world could be upon us

It could be you and me blazenly enough to astonish

All onlookers with the glory of our passion

I know my sentimental earnestness is not so much in fashion

But I'll keep it round the house, some day you'll think it's vintage

Instead of deeming it narcotic as is Olive's take on spinach

I'm gonna finish what I started with you, this you can expect

And I'll call it neverending when I call you up collect

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