Finer Things

Try to see eye to eye
I'm roaming far and wide
She got the gold and the silver rings
And I see them shimmering for

Bus stops in the pouring rain
I'm waiting on the same train
She got her own black limousine
We can ride like king and queen

For a girl like you
What's a poor boy supposed to do
Got a taste for
For a girl like you
All the money in the world won't

There ain't gonna be no cold nights
Passed over grey skies
She got a house in the Palisades
The sun shining all the time

For a girl like you
What's a poor boy supposed to do
Got a taste for
For a girl like you
All the money in the world won't

Got a taste for, taste for finer things
I got a taste for, taste for finer things
Got a taste for, taste for finer things
I got a taste for, taste for finer things

I heard them birds sing
I heard the heavens ringing for
Ten thousand [?]
I heard them birds sing
I heard the heavens ringing for

For a girl like you
What's a poor boy supposed to do
Got a taste for
For a girl like you
All the money in the world won't

Got a taste for, taste for finer things
I got a taste for, taste for finer things
Got a taste for, taste for finer things
I got a taste for, taste for finer things
Got a taste for, taste for finer things
I got a taste for, taste for finer things
Got a taste for, taste for finer things
I got a taste for, taste for finer things