She don’t care about my car. (riff 1)
She don’t care about my money. (riff 2)
And that’s real good because i don’t got alot to spend, (riff 3)
But if i did it wouldn’t mean nothin’.
(chorus)
She likes me for me
Not because i look like tyson beckford
With the charm of robert redford
Oozing out my ears
But what she sees
Are my faults and indecisions
My insecure conditions
And the tears upon the pillow that i shed
(verse 2)
She don’t care about my big screen
Or my collection of dvd’s
And she don’t care that i can fly her
To places she ain’t never been
And i’m so glad i found her once again.
And i’m so glad i found her once again.
Gazing at the ceiling
As we entertain our feelings in the dark
The things that we’re afraid of are gonna show us
What we’re made of in the end.
(chorus 3)