Single Millionaires

Brighten

There's a man on the corner
With his hands holding tightly
To his hat so it won't blow away
With a girl, with her hands in her pockets
Holding tightly to her money
So she won't blow it today

It's all the same, everyday.

When he gets home from work
There's his children already in bed
Without seeing his face today
And the girl, with empty pockets
Spent her money, she might as well
Throw her wallet in the fireplace

'Cause she is the L
And he is the O
For us, Liars Out there,
And she is the V
And he is the E
For the Violence in Everyone
And we might spell you
We're nothing like you

And when his kids grow up old
Ad have children of their own
Thy swear they will never wear
Te same size hat their father wears
And the girl, now a women
Says she's happy, and thanks God
For Jewelery and single millionairs

Cause she is H
and he is the O
for us, Humble Orphans,
And she is the P
and he is the E
for Potential in Everyone,
And we might spell you
we're nothing like you.