Who's Gonna Love a Poor Musician?

Singing 'bout love In my position Is not very sweet. Who's gonna love A poor musician Who plays on the street. We met in the bus. I looked like a tourist. You said it was nice. But when I revealed My true occupation You rolled up your eyes. Busking to restore the real communication, But it's so goddamn brief! Singing 'bout love In my position Is not very sweet. Who's gonna love A poor musician Who plays on the street. You asked where I play, 'Cause you wanna listen, I told you the place. But you never come Though I have been waiting For so many days. Plainly decent way to numb my loss of rating, But still it makes me grieve! Singing 'bout love In my position Is not very sweet. Who's gonna love A poor musician Who plays on the street. Oh, singing 'bout love In my sad position Is not very sweet, 'Cause who's gonna love A poor-ass musician Who plays on the street. Busking to restore the real communication, But still it makes me grieve! For it's so goddamn brief! It really makes me grieve!