'I'm sitting here <br />in my good girl dress, <br />and I got an awful fear <br />that I might say 'yes'. <br /> <br />And it's all because you <br />can't buy a clue. <br /> <br />I'm a used piece of kleenex - <br />I'm soft but I'm strong - <br />you call it love when you mean sex <br />and then you treat me like I don't belong. <br /> <br />And it's all because you <br />can't buy a clue. <br /> <br />The highway is the last place <br />you'll ever hear my voice - <br />the last time you got on my case, <br />I guess you left me no choice. <br /> <br />And it's all because you <br />can't buy a clue.'<br /><br />Nancy Ames<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/can-t-buy-a-clue/
