As he sits by the fire
With all he desires
His mansions
His boats
And his planes
He stares in his drink
Daring to think
Will he ever see
Me again
You can’t buy my love
I don’t sell my love
If you want my love
You have to love me
He used to take me away
Where the jet set play
Aspen
Paris
New York
Now he sits there alone
Quietly by the phone
For my call
And our intimate talk
He took me to Gerrards
With his credit cards
To buy diamonds
And rubies
And pearls
He now shops alone
Wants me to atone
For whatever I did
As his girl
You can’t buy my love
I don’t sell my love
If you want my love
You have to love me
On the yacht moored in Cannes
The two of us swam
With Kings
And Princes
And Sheiks
Alone on the prow
Where he’s sitting now
He remembers
The moon on my cheeks
At the French Grand Prix
I looked so lovely
In my beautiful
New Dior
Ball gown
Now it’s lying there
On the back of my chair
I won’t wear it again
On the town
You can’t buy my love
I don’t sell my love
If you want my love
You have to love me
My love you’re so rich
I bet you’re wondering which
Of your presents
Displeased me so
But all I wanted to do
Was be there with you
But I’m sure
You still want to know
I guess it seems clear to you now
But you wonder how
I did it
Without shame or remorse
Took all of your heart
Then tore it apart
I just wanted
Your money - of course (sarcastic)
You can’t buy my love
I don’t sell my love
If you want my love
You have to love me
Well now that’s all clear
You’ve nothing to fear
You’ll never
See me again
There are plenty of girls
Who will give you their love
If you give them diamonds
Rubies and pearls
You can’t buy my love
I don’t sell my love
If you want my love
You have to love me
