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
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