I'm sure it was worth it to you to sell out.

Did they pay you a lot of money?

Did you spend it wisely,

Or on things you really wanted?

You had a beautiful composition,

Glorious lyrics,

And now they use them to sell mops.

And even though the song is ruined,

I'll never forget the first time I heard it.

I'll never forget you telling me

You wrote it just for me.

Baby come back.

You can blame it all on me,

Even though I've never wanted money or fame.

Take back your song.

Give back the money.

And let's start with nothing,

As god intended.

Love is truly all we need.

-jenn