Her house has a doorman, mine has just a door.
Her house has rich carpeting, mine, a splintered floor.
Chandeliers hang from her ceiling, plaster falls from mine.
Her daddy's a bank president, mine's on the welfare line.

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Juanita, nothin's gonna stop our love.
Juanita, nothin's gonna stop our love.

We'll build a mansion so high on the hill.
We'll make it, baby, you know that we will.

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She's used to great big diamonds, so I take her to a baseball game.
She's used to furs, so we go feed the squirrels on Lover's Lane.
She's used to big, long automobiles, so we ride on the bus.
There ain't too much of what I've got, but it's enough for us.