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