For a Song - Michael Peterson

She learned to hate the limousine

The fancy full-length fur

Dom Perignon and French cuisine

Don’t mean a thing to her

What good is her pedestal

When he works all though the night

So in time, she found a dance floor

And some arms to hold her tight

Now every night they dance with her to some brushes on a drum

A standup bass, and steel guitars, play a tune, she can hum

Ain’t it sad, ain’t it funny, how a man can be so wrong

He tried to buy her love with money

He could’ve had her for a song

She wanted him… but what a shame

He didn’t realize

Love can never stay the same

It either grows or dies

What made him think his duty was to place her high above

He married her for beauty, she married him for love

Now every night they dance with her to some brushes on a drum

A standup bass, and steel guitars, play a tune, she can hum

Ain’t it sad, ain’t it funny, oh how a man can be so wrong

He tried to buy her love with money

He could’ve had her for a song

Now every night they dance with her to some brushes on a drum