Aaron and Maria ran From the Northwest coast to the city and Now they reside out in Brooklyn Heights Where the rich kids hide and the years go by Aaron writes but they both survive 'Cause Maria waits on library lines And Aaron sighs, "If the TV's right You put your hat on tight or catch a d**h outside" We're living off some modest trust From daddy 'fore his oil went bust And loving you is just enough 'Cause no one gives a f** about us Understand it's the way I am When we argue and break the hearts we have We only fight 'cause you love me right And when we lay at night I feel a kick inside We're living off some modest trust From daddy 'fore his oil went bust And loving you is just enough 'Cause no one gives a f** about us