For me, the world seems to small of a gift
I could care less for trips, planes and fancy cars
Caviar and filet mignon wouldn't satisfy my taste
Chanel and Ferragamo couldn't match my style.

Make up wouldn't touch my skin
Hairspray wouldn't stiffen my hair
Diamonds and gold could never rest on me
And never would I ask for a bouquet of roses.

The only gift I want, the only possession I need
Wouldn't be from money or luxury,
Couldn't be made or bought.
It's something that I can't hold onto to

Your love, your heart
you being mine and you having me
You're right in front of me but I can't speak
That seven letter phrase, those three simple words

simple my a**.