I cannot give you money.
I cannot give you fame.
I can't promise always to be kind,
Or ever to be tame.
I am not drop-dead gorgeous,
More like kind of pretty.
My tongue is sharp and painful,
When I do not mean to be witty.
I can't promise an easy ride,
I hope you know how unlikely that is.
The question: will you run and hide?
Or see what can become of this?
I cannot promise everything;
But if you make me love you
I would give up anything,
For this special few.
If you make me care,
I'll give you all my heart.
Because once I start to love,
It's with a force that could tear me apart.
So be careful what you do,
If what I give is not enough for you.
