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?



Chorus



How can I have all your answers

When I've got questions of my own?



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,

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.