So proud to call you friend

So let down you're starting up again

The same old story a thousand times told

With you the hapless damsel in distress



Am I richer than your King?

Will my two cents get you anything?



Chorus:

I'll give you prayers and my time

Ev'ry moment of mine

All I have is yours to spend

But if you're hoping all your tears will dry

With words that I dispense, well

There're just some things that can't be bought with my

Two cents