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