Glenna Bell: Music

• MP3 short clip, hi-fi play (broadband)
• MP3 short clip, lo-fi play (modem)

I’m a poor girl; I have no money.
I’m just a poor girl, I make it on my own.
I’m a poor girl from the country,
working downtown, trying to get along.

I’m a poor girl; I have nobody.
I’m a country girl living far from home.
If you love me, you’ll be good to me,
and we’ll be happy from now on

Chorus
Do you love me? Do you love me?
I know you say so, but I don’t know.
Do you love me? I want to think so,
but I’ve heard those hurtful words before.


You’re a poor boy; you have no money,
working too hard to make ends meet.
You’re just a country boy caught in the city;
some days I think that you’re a lot like me.

You’re a poor boy; you have nobody.
You’re a country boy living all alone.
You’re just a poor boy, but if you’re good to me,
we’ll be happy from now on.

Chorus
Do you love me? Do you love me?
I know you say so, but I don’t know.
Do you love me? I want to think so,
but I’ve heard those hurtful words before.


(c) 2004 Glenna Bell