Romantic Cheapskate v.2.0

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 I'll read you poetry, I'll tell you what I know to be true
 I'll make a sentimental observation bout the moon
 I'll kiss you so that you could think that kisses are sublime
 But I won't spend a penny, 'cuz all that you're worth is my time
 You want flowers, I understand that flowers are grand
 They tend to pretty up a gentleman caller's left hand
 They don't stand in for love but they symbolize aptly
 Grab a handful of blossoms as I pass by the crab tree
 Hand these to the recipient of my affections
 Urge they float in a crystal bowl, which I don't provide
 The misdirections of the close magic practitioner
 Unlike Bruce Wanye's winking subterfuge with the commissioner
 As compared to my ability
 to convince you that the mints you had fragility
 Of wafer thinness established were gourmet
 Palmed though they were from the bulk bin at Safeway
 Hey, you want better, you better want what you need
 Not too much in excess of that, lest you flaunt with your greed
 "I want to be in love at any price"
 Who would seek a dozen roses when a posy would suffice?
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 And I don't mean to bother my pretty head with the math
 But I've yet to spend a nickel and I'm pretty good with the past
 I'm pretty solid on the figures, they add up
 Curvature never to enter into the graph of the ones that had love
 And memorize a number of them, oh but you're final
 Take the needle off the record, take the finger off the vinyl
 I'll assign all necessary function to the heart
 Another economy of the energy that's involved
 But it's apart from the pocketbook and the bookkeeping thereof
 That ledger's glued together, to open up's rough
 Very difficult, and barely worth the effort
 You wonder when we're going to Peru again? Never
 Sever that fantasy from out your conscious mind
 Let's just springin for the cabride down and that's just fine
 I don't offer brim and coffers on the cost of your disgrace
 A contender's sweet nothings, come on over to my place
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 We write rhymes when you meet us on the shores of the Seine
 You would weep in between us, there's a gathering refrain
 Cheapskate's what you call us in those moments of disdain
 And it don't seem to me we're entitled to the name
 Cheap what? Dirty word for such a generous soul
 Who could lavish affection without any venerous goal
 Or who, with such a goal in mind could apprehend
 Any climax in the offing so as not to proceed a friend
 And indeed the end of the world could be upon us
 It could be you and me blazenly enough to astonish
 All onlookers with the glory of our passion
 I know my sentimental earnestness is not so much in fashion
 But I'll keep it round the house, some day you'll think it's vintage
 Instead of deeming it narcotic as is Olive's take on spinach
 I'm gonna finish what I started with you, this you can expect
 And I'll call it neverending when I call you up collect
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