A dime… I would have all said she was worth a million, a billon, a trillion, but hell the love of a girl you can call your own is priceless. Fine Dime… I don’t have a dime, I’m broke, a virgin, maybe both, my pockets are empty and so is my bed.
Fine dime
One of a kind
More like a dollar
That’s why I holler
Try and work
Be a jerk
All for her
Fine dime
And I whine
Because I’m no “quarter” back
Never had it like that
Before bottled water
With a quarter
Just to court her
Fine dime
To be mine
Would’ve been fine
If only for a time
But to drive… please
Hell to fly, a dream
She’s so high above me
Fine dime
I try to deny
The nickel in my pocket
But I can’t drop it
Her love I need
If it were free
Beg and plead
Fine dime
Financial bind
Give my heart and a penny
I’m still empty
Her heart a house
And I’m kicked out
Always without
Dollars and cents
Love makes no sense
And she’s so fine
But she’s not mine
One Fine Dime
Copyright © 2011, Will A. Bradford Jr. All rights reserved.
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