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've 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 him 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
Oh, ruins
Oh, ruins
Oh, ruins