Two Cents lyrics

So proud to call you friend So let down you're starting up again The same old story a thousand times told With you the hapless damsel in distress Am I richer than your King? Will my two cents get you anything? Chorus I'll give you prayers and my time Ev'ry moment of mine All I have is yours to spend But if you're hoping all your tears will dry With words that I dispense, well There're just some things that can't be bought with my Two cents Still I'm so glad you call me friend Just wond'ring when your pity parties end When will you stop this bringing invitations Wearing your same black party dress Am I richer than your King? Will my two cents get you anything? How can I have all your answers When I've got questions of my own?