"My baby My baby, he don't have nothing My baby My baby he don't have nothing to give But he gives it to me Yeah, he gives it to me Quit dreaming Quit dreaming amount to something You're scheming Believing in old love that got away That there's still a way Find you someone who makes a living Sweet, sweet nothings aren't worth investing Sweet, sweet nothings just nothing after, oh"
"But cold cash comforts are overrated When your lover's got funds depleted Only company baby's got is mine And that's sure something My baby My baby, he keeps me blushing Keep waiting Debating a better someone could come my way I wait and wait Find you someone who makes some figures Preferably one that's got lots of zeroes The only figure my baby's got is mine"
A narrator celebrates a partner who lacks money but offers devoted companionship. The partner's material poverty contrasts with abundant emotional support and affectionate gestures. Financial security and corporate ambition are portrayed as less important than intimacy and loyalty. The narrator questions waiting for a wealthier partner and rejects sweet nothings and cold cash comforts as insufficient. The narrator affirms that the partner's lack of funds does not diminish their worth or the narrator's commitment. Repeated refrains underscore the choice of love and company over monetary measures of value.
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