I don't need
the best of everything.
I could live happily
without Mona hanging
on my wall
and without a time share
in Florida.
I could drive an
ordinary car
and live in an
ordinary house.
I could buy my clothes
at a discount store
and skip the restaurants
where white-gloved waiters
serve filet mignon.
And who needs
five star hotels anyway?
I could care less
about movie stars
and socialites,
and forego the
Paris lights.
But when it
comes to love,
only the best will do,
which is why I became rich
the day I met you.