Dave Turnbow - Dollar Short Lyrics

They says she's so cru-el
I think she's a jewel
And a rare one at that
A drop-dead beauty in a green felt hat

Met her at a sports bar
You'd better have a sports car
If you wish to impress
A pageant queen in a designer dress

I make a decent living, but I need to make more
If I ever want to get beyond a foot in the door
If I was more of a man than a mouse
I might not end up living in the poor house

It's oh so frustratin'
I think that we're datin'
But she says "we're just friends"
Then off she goes in her Mercedes Benz

And I drive a Ford and I can't afford
To buy her things when she's feeling bored
My billfold's empty and my credit is maxed
Now I know why it's called a luxury tax

It's getting chaotic
This drama episodic
And I just want to flee
So here I go on one, two, three

Four, five, I'm still here
I have to be near her
I guess I'm just a sap
A puppy lying in her Vera Wang lap

I'm just a dollar short
I'm just a dollar short
I'm just a dollar short
I'm just a dollar short