Lyrics

I’ve got a sweetheart, she’s sweeter than strawberry wine.
She’s even sweeter when our lips combine.
But I want to leave here, this crummy old town.
I’ve got some ideas for making some ground.

Ideas won’t get you nowhere, she tells me.
It’s a matter of what you bestow.
There’s no love if you’re only a show.

I’ve got a sweetheart, she’s sweeter than pomegranate wine.
She’s even sweeter now I know she’s mine.
But I want to leave here, and find what I can find.
I’ve got some money and I’ve got some lines.

This wording evades what you’re after she tells me:
It’s a matter of what you bestow.
There’s no love if you’re only a show.