He can give you money
He can give you fine things
Take you to expensive cafes
Decorate your hands with rings.

But he can't give you true, true lovin'
True, true, true lovin'
True, true, lovin'
The kind you get from me.

He can promise you riches
he can show you the world
But his money can't buy everything
So stop and think little girl.

He'll never give you true, true lovin'
True, true, true lovin'
True, true, lovin'
The kind you get from me.

Big tears fall down like when a baby cries
And baby I'm cryin' for you
I'll be right here when his love runs out
Yes, baby I'm waiting for you.

And I can give you true, true lovin'
True, true, true lovin'
True, true, lovin'
The kind you get from me...