Never More Than I
Alex Zanetis
He'll buy you lots of pretty things
Fancy clothes and fancy rings
But he will never love you never more than I
Your pillared home all dressed in white will
Be cold on the summer's night
Cause he will never love you
Never more than I
Wealth and possession I admit I
Don't have very much of
I was born and raised a poor boy
And all we had was love
So if you want what's made of clay
Take his hand and walk away
But he will never love you never more than I
Wealth and possession I admit I
Don't have very much of
I was born and raised a poor boy
And all we had was love
So if you want what's made of clay
Take his hand and walk away
But he will never love you never more than I