Poor Man's Champagne

It may have been your four-letter word
It may have left you flat down and broke
It may have been the shovel to your grave
But love is a poor man's champagne

Everything you had to give, it may have took from you
And everything you couldn't take may be left here killin' you
It may have always been too much to raise
But love is a poor man's champagne

Every drop into a stream, into a flood
Too deep or not enough to fill
The summer's scorn, the winter's chill
But love is a poor man's champagne