The Cure

Give me your tender hand,
Listen to the the joyous band,
Let your souls be free tonight,
We've got all to make it right.
Tumbling in your finest dress,
Who cares if we make a mess,
My love for you I must confess,
Is one that God alone can bless.
Take me to the dinner course,
Afterwards we'll ride a horse,
I may not have a lot of money,
But I'm rich when I've got my honey.
I love my girl with all my heart,
Her mind is like a work of art,
She knows I've loved her from the start,
See my reaching for her,
Her touch is the cure,
The cure, my better self,
Our story could fit on a shelve,
I may not have extensive wealth,
But that girl is good for my health.