It's All Good

They ask me if you've given me a diamond ring. If not, a chrystal one at least. I say you've done nothing of the sort, and it's all right quite all right. Hand me an old sweater from the donation box, and I'd wear it with no shame, no distain. They ask me if you've taken me to a fancy steakhouse. I say you've done nothing of the sort, and it's all good. Hand me a leftover muffin from the group home, and I'd savor it with no rancor, no regret. Rich men and gold diggers, they ain't us, no they ain't us. It's alright to be you, just the way you are from head to toe. I will take you with open arms just the way you are. Yes I will.