Two Cents

So proud to call you friendSo let down you're starting up againThe same old story a thousand times toldWith you the hapless damsel in distressAm I richer than your King?Will my two cents get you anything?Chorus:I'll give you prayers and my timeEv'ry moment of mineAll I have is yours to spendBut if you're hoping all your tears will dryWith words that I dispense, wellThere're just some things that can't be bought with myTwo centsStill I'm so glad you call me friendJust wond'ring when your pity parties endWhen will you stop this bringing invitationsWearing your same black party dressAm I richer than your King?Will my two cents get you anything?ChorusHow can I have all your answersWhen I've got questions of my own?I'll give you prayers and my timeEv'ry moment of mineAll I have is yours to spendBut if you're hoping all your tears will dryWith words that I dispense, wellThere're just some things that can't be bought with my,Bought with my, two cents.there's no other, such a friend and brother,tell it to Jesus, tell it to Jesus,tell it to Jesus, alone. Why dont you tell it to Jesus alone.