how can I compete?

how can I compete with a guy like that?
how can i compete
if he has blue eyes
and sings Frank Sinatra
under the golden lights?

how can I compete with a guy like that
if he can embrace you
and tease you
and make you feel butterflies
and happy stomachache?

how can I compete?
how can I compete
with someone so outrageous
so incredible and so fancy?

oh, tell me, how can I compete
if I just have this old pair of shoes
and a couple of books
stucked in my cheap rented closet?

oh, how can I compete?
if he sings you The Smiths songs
and quote Rimbaud and the Stones?

oh, how can I compete?
if he have money
to get you to the right places
to show you the right faces
and make your body tremble
on the night time?

oh, how can I compete?
if I'm just a poor boy
with a little budget
and an anxious mind?

oh, how can I compete?
I can't
but nobody said it was forbidden
to try.