It's not about Gucci, Louis Vuitton, or BCBG on my feet
It's not about the coach sign on my handbag flashing everyone I pass on the street
I don't care about 3 or 5 karat diamonds weighin' down my finger
And I don't need a twenty room mansion or have to ask for directions to the washroom neither
It is about the deal
you can call a steal
and everyone thinks you spent a fortune
It's about the handbag on my shoulder
I found at a flea market but everyone wants one
The ring on my finger that cost much less than a "G"
came with a note that said "I Love You"
and thats priceless to me
The small comfy house thats so inviting is all I want
A place where I can sit and converse with my man on the porch-front
It's much more that the value of a dollar can buy, you see
It's the Memories, the Feelings, the Love
That make me, me.
You should turn this into a song.
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