To Love Me

Don't tell me you're a millionaire,

I really don't care,

Don't buy me fancy clothes,

They are not my style,

(Eye roll)

Yes;

I know all about your flashy cars,

I don't need them,

They won't win my heart,

And, no!

Being that big celebrity star,

Ah! Ah, Ah-Aah,!

That won't get you a part,

(Screwing my nose up)

I don't need your muscle,

To do the hustle,

Men and women!

I'm asking for a real man or woman

The type with a heart,

Who can light that spark,

Dance and sing with me,

Until we wake the lark,

Someone who knows how to

make me laugh,

Or;

When I feel down,

Can act like a clown,

Someone who tells silly jokes,

Doesn't do spotless,

And;

Is comfortable leaving his/her clothes lying

around,

I want a man or a woman who knows

how to be real;

Because we already live in a sad world

where the only hearts that roam,

They are made of steel.