For too long you've been seeing the world through shaded glasses
For too long you've been going out with people from the higher classes
You can't see me for what I am or past my faded blue jeans
All you see is a man with money and a Porsche powered Sebring
I really love you, you know that I do
I'm kinda hoping that you feel the same way too
But I'm just a man playing my guitar
I guess that's all I'll ever be
I got no time for the passage in the chapel or the flower on my lapel
I don't need no plastic face cos mine does it pretty well
And I could B.S. all day long about the things in the social scene
Of all the people that I could be, you know I think I'd rather be me
I don't got no million dollar house or a hangar in my back yard
What little money I do earn, I make it work pretty hard
I don't got no heated driveway, no electric swingin' gates
All I got is some metric tools and a Fiat 128 see less

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