Baby, I just wanna show you things Girl, I'll be different Baby, I could buy you wedding rings Oou-ohh-oh, oou-oh, oou-oh, oou-oh-oh Don't care about the distance Give a fuck about the distance Oou-ohh, oou-oh, oou-oh, oou-oh Oou-ohh-oh, oou-oh, oou-oh,

All the lonely people Ah look at all the lonely people Where do they all come from? Where do they all belong? Eleanor Rigby, picks up the rice In the church where a wedding has been Lives in a dream Waits at the window, wearing the face That she keeps in

You can't afford no ring I shouldn't be wearing white and you can't afford no ring You finally took my hand Mama don't approve Baby's on its way It took a nip of gin But you finally took my hand Daddy says he's the best in town

Down on Rain Street Down Rain Street (Rain Street) The church bell rings, an old drunk sings A young girl hocks her wedding ring Down the alley, the icewagon flew Picked up a stiff that was turning blue The local kids were sniffin' glue There ain't much

You can't afford no ring I shouldn't be wearing white and you can't afford no ring You finally took my hand Mama don't approve Baby's on its way It took a nip of gin But you finally took my hand Daddy says he's the best in town

Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang (Gucci gang!) Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang Spend ten racks on a new chain My bitch love do cocaine, ooh I fuck a bitch, I forgot her name I can't buy a bitch no wedding ring Rather go and buy Balmains

Way down south, where the mangroves grow Deep in the swamp down in the Bayou There's a little story that's never been told About a pretty widow who never grows old And how she buried her soul with her wedding ring Traded it off for that voodoo thing She

The book of love is long and boring I love it when you give me things You ought to give me wedding rings No one can lift the damn thing It's full of charts and facts, some figures And instructions for dancing I love it when you read to me

All the lonely people Where do they all come from? Where do they all belong? Ah, look at all the lonely people Eleanor Rigby picks up the rice in the church Where a wedding has been Lives in a dream Waits at the window, wearing the face That she keeps in

How to hate a bitch That owe you everything At least a wedding ring Moving on to better things So don't you call me talking 'bout them other fools I'm not good enough for you I thought that we was cool If you need a shoulder to cry on, girl I won't