Fine Dime

Fine dime
One of a kind
More like a dollar
That’s why I holler

Try and work
Be a jerk
All for her

Fine dime
And I whine
Because I’m no “quarter” back
Never had it like that

Before bottled water
With a quarter
Just to court her

Fine dime
To be mine
Would’ve been fine
If only for a time

But to drive… please
Hell to fly, a dream
She’s so high above me

Fine dime
I try to deny
The nickel in my pocket
But I can’t drop it

Her love I need
If it were free
Beg and plead

Fine dime
Financial bind
Give my heart and a penny
I’m still empty

Her heart a house
And I’m kicked out
Always without

Dollars and cents
Love makes no sense
And she’s so fine
But she’s not mine
One Fine Dime

Copyright © 2011, Will A. Bradford Jr. All rights reserved.