(Chuck Taylor - Gerald Nelson)

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...