"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"
"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 But corporate callings are for the basics Settling safely is for the faithless The only baby this baby wants is mine You're in love And there's no doubt about it And there's no use in missing out You're in love And there's no way around it"
A narrator celebrates devotion to a partner who lacks money but provides affection and companionship. The lyrics contrast material wealth with emotional abundance, stating that cold cash comforts are overrated when a lover's funds are depleted. The narrator rejects waiting for a wealthier substitute and resists valuing corporate success or settling for financial safety. Repeated refrains affirm certainty of love and the refusal to prioritize money over connection. Wry lines like "sweet nothings aren't worth investing" mix playful irony with earnest commitment to the partner the narrator chooses to keep.
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