To let her know I love her, I take her on expensive dates
To say she’s my queen, I buy her that fancy shoe
To let her know I’m thinking about her, I get her flowers
To tell her I love her company, I book us flights
To say I’m sorry I buy that necklace
To tell her I want to spend the rest of my life with her, there’s that diamond ring
And when the money fails to express the way I feel, I leave
Because the alternative is to communicate with my words
Indeed, that is grief
That is socialist love.
