2 Poor Kids

I don't want no time on the big screen I'm okay with me and my ripped jeans and you, and you Messy hair, that's what he likes on me I don't care as long as we're happy and free To be just you and me, and free to be just you and me They think it's a shame That the world will never know our names But I think that's okay 'Cause love gets ruined by money and power and fame and We're just two poor kids from a really rich city My oh my, what a pity 'Cause we've got a love story unlike the rest No fancy suit and no fancy dress Just us, just us, just love, just love Just us, just us, just love, just love He picks her up in a Benz but My lover comes by himself and a dozen roses He probably stole 'em He's got a smudge of mud on his eye Here to makes me break into smile 'Cause he drives them mad, oh, he drives them mad 'Cause they think it's a shame That the world will never know our names But I think that's okay 'Cause love gets ruined by money and power and fame and We're just two poor kids from a really rich city My oh my, what a pity 'Cause we've got a love story unlike the rest No fancy suit and no fancy dress Just us, just us, just love, just love Just us, just us, just love, just love Dollar signs all around us We sneak onto the city bus Too blinded by what we have to notice Your mean old laughs Dollar signs all around us We sneak onto the city bus Too blinded by what we have To notice your mean old laughs And they think it's a shame That the world will never know our names But I think that's okay 'Cause love gets ruined by money and power and fame and We're just two poor kids from a really rich city My oh my, what a pity 'Cause we've got a love story unlike the rest No fancy suit and no fancy dress Just us, just us, just love, just love Just us, just us, just love, just love, love, loveca --- 2 Poor Kids - Ruth B.