Checking In: Honey, Don’t Try to Buy My Love

Honey, Don’t Try to Buy My Love

He said:
Well baby, I’ll buy you pretty things
I’ll take you to all the big shows
Yeah baby, I’ll get you anything
Anything you want and more
I’ll show you I’ve got class
I’ll run ahead and hold each door
I’ll buy you pretty things, baby, for all your love and more

She said:
Honey, don’t try to buy my love
When it’s mine only to give
If you think that it’s for sale then it’s not for you
You’ve been riding them washboard back roads so long that you don’t have a clue
What a city girl like me would want from a guy like you

He said:
Well babe, I don’t know what you’re talking about
I ain’t some shallow kind of guy
I want to treat you like a princess
And offer you a real good time
For your love I’d do most anything
I’d wait for hours at your door
I’d give you anything, baby, for all your love and more

And while he talked of love and thrones she looked out the café window
At the busy little shoppers and the beggars and the bored
And she remembered those before him who had offered all of the same things
And how they never seemed to hang around after a broken guitar string
How they gave her so much that she wanted but nothing that her heart did need
Like to know that they’d be there and not just sap her grace then leave
And like rhythm to her melody, make the music that souls bleed
And brush harmony disguised as chaos…
Like sunspots mirrored by the sea

She said:
Honey, don’t try to buy my love
You know it’s not for sale
It’s only mine to give and it’s not for you
You’ve been riding them washboard back roads so long that you don’t have a clue
What a woman like me would want from a guy like you

Oh, and by the way…
Would you please stop calling me “baby!”