All You Want
All he wanted was three squares on the table
Low interest, every channel on cable
Earned-income credit for the head of the stable
Life after death
Well it don't seem like much
Don't seem like nothing at all
No it don't seem like much 'til it's
All you want
All she wanted was her heart to be mended
From a previous wound that she had left unattended
She sought some comfort in her lover's affection
But it wasn't enough
And she cried when she told him about her own brother
And she lied when she told him about all the others
And he tried to forget about it just like she wanted
Oh it don't seem like much
Don't seem like nothing at all
No it don't seem like much 'til it's
All you want
All they wanted was respect from their peers
The envy of others, a successful career
And the number of the therapist conveniently near
When they'd had enough
No it don't seem like much
Don't seem like nothing at all
Oh it don't seem like much 'til it's
All you got
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and music copyright ©1993 Betty
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