She learned to hate the limousine  The fancy full-length fur  Dom Perignon and French cuisine  Don't mean a thing to her  What good is her pedestal  When he works all though the night  So in time, she found a dance floor  And some arms to hold her tight    Now every night they dance with her to some brushes on a drum  A stand-up bass, and steel guitars, play a tune, she can hum  Ain't it sad, ain't it funny, how a man can be so wrong  He tried to buy her love with money  He could've had her for a song    She wanted him...but what a shame  He didn't realize  Love can never stay the same  It either grows or dies  What made him think his duty was to place her high above  He married her for beauty, she married him for love    Now every night they dance with her to some brushes on a drum  A stand-up bass, and steel guitars, play a tune, she can hum  Ain't it sad, ain't it funny, oh how a man can be so wrong  He tried to buy her love with money  He could've had her for a song  Now every night they dance with her to some brushes on a drum