I've got money, marbles and chalk sweetheart,
But I still feel like I am poor,
'cause my money won’t spend and my marbles won’t roll,
And my chalk won’t write anymore.
There’s an old saying that’s been all around,
I heard it before I could walk,
How some’s got wealth, some’s got health,
Others money marbles and chalk.
While you were here I was happy and gay,
Your presence made me feel so proud,
But you left me for another one day,
Now I feel alone in a crowd.
Money, marbles and chalk is alright,
For a miser who loves only gold,
But give me a chance to save our romance,
For I love you with all of my soul.
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