This Is Me
I may not have all the riches galore,
Or stand laced in diamonds that drape to the floor,
I may not be built, like the girl in your dreams.
Or bare the manors your mother would teach.
I may not have money to spend at my will,
Or time to waste ,just 4 the hell.
I may not cook as good as you,
But you"ll know I tried, take outs good too.
I never stopped earning all I have gained.
I'm willing to share with you just the same.
I may not be perfect just honest & true.
All that I have baby,I offer you.
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