I was poor in love
I was poor in wealth
I was okay in everything else there was
Oh, I was poor in love

I was poor in love

I was poor in love
I was poor in wealth
I was okay in everything else there was
Oh, I was poor in love

I was poor in love

She took me aside and said
Look, I don't do this every day
You got style

All you've got is style
I can see it from a mile away
Oh, I was poor in love

I was poor in love

You were born again, rich in name alone
Your jesuit profile will suit the coming apocalypse
Oh, I was poor in love

Poor in love

Why's everybody sing along?
Why's everybody sing along
When we built this city on ruins

Why's everybody sing along?
Why's everybody sing along
When we built this city on ruins

On, ruins
Oh, ruins
On, ruins