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She don't dream of spring in Paris
Or jetting off to Singapore
She just needs a quarter tank
To get her to the grocery store
She don't buy filet mignon
She just wants some extra pork in her beans
And it may not sound like much
But that's the stuff that makes up a poor girl's dream
She's tired of hauling baskets
Down to the laundromat
Dealing with the weirdos
And the stress of all of that
She'd rather put her dollars
Somewhere other than a washing machine
Well it may not sound like much
But that's the stuff that makes up a poor girl's dream
If you've got a million, you want two
If you ain't got nothing, any little thing will do
She works on the clock
Punching in and out for years
She'd like to take that double shift
And shift it down a gear
Go home and light a candle
Paint her toes a different color
And just breathe
It may not sound like much
But that's the stuff that makes up a poor girl's dream
Yeah, if you've got a million, you want two
If you ain't got nothing, any little thing will do
A little peace of mind
Just a taste of what could be
Well, it may not sound like much
But that's the stuff that makes up a poor girl's dream
And it may not sound like much
But that's the stuff that makes up a poor girl's dream
A poor girl's dream