True Love Is Broke

I'm sorry baby I know it's your birthday...
But I spent all my money on a used guitar
I can't afford no fancy things, designer names, or diamond rings
But I can write you a song and sing it all night long

Woah
True love is broke
Oh, they don't know true love is broke

Oh ma, mamma I apologize. Apologize. Apologize
I won't be home for Christmas time
I can't afford no gasoline... it's the price I pay for chasing dreams
But I got a microphone and an amplifier

Woah
True love is broke
Oh, they don't know true love is broke

[Spoken]
“Dang it baby I sold my skateboard to buy us a brand new record album”
“Oh man I sold my record player to buy us some new skateboard wheels”

Oooooooo