| I don’t want no time on the big screen.
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| I’m okay with me and my ripped jeans and you, and you.
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| Messy hair, that’s what he likes on me.
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| I don’t care as long as we’re happy and free
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| To be just you and me, and free to be just you and me.
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| They think it’s a shame
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| That the world will never know our names,
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| But I think that’s okay,
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| 'Cause love gets ruined by money and power and fame,
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| And we’re just 2 poor kids from a really rich city.
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| My oh my, what a pity.
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| 'Cause we’ve got a love story unlike the rest,
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| No fancy suit and no fancy dress.
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| Just us, just us, just love, just love
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| Just us, just us, just love, just love
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| He picks her up in a Benz,
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| But my lover comes by himself and a dozen roses,
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| He probably stole 'em.
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| He’s got a smudge of mud on his eye
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| Here to makes me break into smile,
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| 'Cause he drives them mad, oh, he drives them mad.
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| 'Cause they think it’s a shame
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| That the world will never know our names,
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| But I think that’s okay,
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| 'Cause love gets ruined by money and power and fame.
|
| And we’re just 2 poor kids from a really rich city,
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| My oh my, what a pity.
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| 'Cause we’ve got a love story unlike the rest,
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| No fancy suit and no fancy dress,
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| Just us, just us, just love, just love,
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| Just us, just us, just love, just love.
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| Dollar signs all around us,
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| We sneak onto the city bus.
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| Too blinded by what we have to notice
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| Your mean old laughs.
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| Dollar signs all around us,
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| We sneak onto the city bus.
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| Too blinded by what we have
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| To notice your mean old laughs.
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| And they think it’s a shame
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| That the world will never know our names,
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| But I think that’s okay,
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| 'Cause love gets ruined by money and power and fame.
|
| And we’re just 2 poor kids from a really rich city,
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| My oh my, what a pity.
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| 'Cause we’ve got a love story unlike the rest,
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| No fancy suit and no fancy dress.
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| Just us, just us, just love, just love,
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| Just us, just us, just love, just love, love, love. |