I Told You I Was Poor

She just appeared one afternoon

This babe of wealth and breeding

Who has sucked the chrome from off a silver spoon

Could I (give her the life) she'd been used to?

(Poor piteous fool)

I never asked her to

I never wanted to

She just rolled in

Like I was poland back in world war ii

She made her estimate

She didn't hesitate

To take my hard-earned scratch

And splash it 'round the town

I told her from the beginning

That there weren't enough to go 'round

Oh don'tcha want me to

Appear my best for you?

I simply cannot walk through double bay

In these old shoes

Now there's the bag to match

And there's the gloves and hat

And baby this platinum bracelet

Goes so well with that

I'm sure that you'll agree

How good this looks on me

I simply can't leave

Without buying this bi-kini

And when I step outside

This changing room, you'll see

Her father cut

Her credit line

But that won't stop her

From spending all of mine

I might be soft

I might be weak

But I can't get a word in

Everytime I try to speak

I told you I was poor

I told you I was poor

But now my pocket's empty

You don't want me anymore

And how was I to know

That I'd been taken

By a pro who had the meter on

And running all the time

Now my wallet's spent

You've got your fingers

On the next one in line

And if you do for me

I'm gonna do for you

I might just get you backstage entry

If we see u2

The seats are in demand

So come on pay the man

I heard the tix for skybox

Only cost 2 grand

I know some things

From book learnings

But I can't manage these

Bloody purse strings

I make a fuss

But don't earn much

I certainly can't finance

No society slut

I told you I was poor

I told you I was poor

But now my pocket's empty

You don't want me anymore

And how was I to know

I'd gone and hooked up

With a pro who had the meter on

And running all the time

Now my wallet's spent

You've got your fingers

On the next one in line

Well

I told you I was poor

I told you I was poor

But now my pocket's empty

You don't want me anymore

And how was I to know

That I'd been taken

By a pro who had the meter on

And running all the time

Now my wallet's spent

You've got your fingers

On the next one in line

But now that she's gone

I can't help thinking of her all the time