Would you care for a working class,
gutsy broad with a nice looking ass?
Could you get together during the week,
since weekends are the money peak?
Is status more important to you,
or that I know how to do what I do?
Can you still care for a woman like me,
who'd rather slave than take taxpayer money?
Can you appreciate my tough veneer,
and kiss me when I shed some tears?
Can you laugh with me, talk with me,
sit with me, walk with me?
Can you still see what you saw before,
when I had more?
Can you ever love me with all my flaws?
Will you teach me what I still don't know?
If your answer is 'no' to any of these,
then we were never meant to be.