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I don't want diamonds on my finger, wrap a flower around my pinky and tell me you love me, Don't buy me jewls and golden things Take me to a field of roses and tell me how they make you think of me. I don't need money or clothes to be happy, We can run naked in a field of daisies and laugh as the flowers tickle our bare feet. Don't take me to the movies and buy me popcorn,  take me to the mountains so we can watch the moon rise. I don't need material things I need laughter and love as the sun kisses our pale skin Don't give me teddy bears and chocolate, give me your body and make me feel worthy I don't need a diamond crown on my head telling me I'm a princess, put flowers in my hair and tell me I'm the queen of the forest. Don't take me to a restaurant with fancy foods and expensive wine, take me to the to the valley and have a picnic with cheap beer and Chinese food. I don't need a mansion, with a pool in the backyard, we can live in a shack on the harbor sipping wine from plastic cups.
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Sep 15, 2015
Sep 15, 2015 at 1:09 PM UTC
Material things
I don't want diamonds on my finger, wrap a flower around my pinky and tell me you love me, Don't buy me jewls and golden things Take me to a field of roses and tell me how they make you think of me. I don't need money or clothes to be happy, We can run naked in a field of daisies and laugh as the flowers tickle our bare feet. Don't take me to the movies and buy me popcorn,  take me to the mountains so we can watch the moon rise. I don't need material things I need laughter and love as the sun kisses our pale skin Don't give me teddy bears and chocolate, give me your body and make me feel worthy I don't need a diamond crown on my head telling me I'm a princess, put flowers in my hair and tell me I'm the queen of the forest. Don't take me to a restaurant with fancy foods and expensive wine, take me to the to the valley and have a picnic with cheap beer and Chinese food. I don't need a mansion, with a pool in the backyard, we can live in a shack on the harbor sipping wine from plastic cups.
rachael-judd
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Sep 15, 2015
Sep 15, 2015 at 1:09 PM UTC
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