ing that's been all around,
I heard it before I could walk.
How some's got health and
others money, marbles, and jaw.
but I still feel like I am poor.
Cause my money won't spend,
and my marbles won't roll,
and my chalk, it won't write anymore.
I walk in the rain, and I feel no pain,
I'm lost like a babe in the woods.
and I can't sleep at night,
Your presence made me feel so proud.
But you left me for another,
Now I feel alone in the crowd.
but I still feel like I am poor
cause my money won't spend,
and my marbles won't roll,
and my chalk, it won't write anymore.
and chalk is all right to misers who love only gold,
but give me a chance to save our romance,
for I love you with all of my soul.
but I still feel like I am poor.
Cause my money won't spend,
and my marbles won't grow,
and my chalk, it won't write anymore.
