Finer Things - Ruen Brothers

Try to see eye to eye

I’m roaming far and wide

She got the gold and the silver rings

And I see them shimmering for

Bus stops in the pouring rain

I’m waiting on the same train

She got a long black limousine

We can ride like king and queen

For a girl like you

What’s a poor boy supposed to do

Got a taste for

For a girl like you

All the money in the world won’t

There ain’t gonna be no cold nights

Cast over grey skies

She got a house in the Palisades

Sun shining all the time

For a girl like you

What’s a poor boy supposed to do

Got a taste for

For a girl like you

All the money in the world won’t

Got a taste for, taste for finer things

I got a taste for, taste for finer things

Got a taste for, taste for finer things

I got a taste for, taste for finer things

I heard ten birds sing

I heard the heavens ring for

Ten thousand birds sing

And I heard the heavens ring for

For you

What’s a poor boy supposed to do

Got a taste for

For a girl like you

All the money in the world won’t

Got a taste for, taste for finer things

I got a taste for, taste for finer things

I got a taste for, taste for finer things

I got a taste for, taste for finer things

Got a taste for, taste for finer things

I got a taste for, taste for finer things

I got a taste for, taste for finer things

I got a taste for, taste for finer things