[Reggae Skank Intro - gentle guitar and bass, with a light synth pad]

Sunrise paints the window pane, a brand new day begins, oh-oh

You lay your gold on velvet-lined, but true love never spins

On coin-operated hearts, no, darling, that's a lie

The richest pockets sometimes hold the emptiest of sighs.

[Soulful Ad-lib - "Emptiest sighs, yeah..."]

[Soulful Groove Enters - smooth bassline, laid-back drums, warm Rhodes]

You can shower me with diamonds, flash a grand old show

But the warmth inside my spirit, honey, doesn't grow

From any fancy dollar, any credit card's gleam

It's a quiet understanding, a pure and honest dream.

No retail therapy, no price tag on my soul

This kind of deep devotion, baby, takes its own toll.

[Pop Rhythm Kicks In - stronger beat, synth arpeggio, brighter tone]

Oh, the gentle hand that reaches, when my world starts to sway

That's worth more than a mansion, at the close of any day.

A shared laugh under moonlight, a whisper in the dark

Leaves no receipt, no price tag, just an everlasting mark.

You can't swipe for affection, can't pre-order a true kiss

It's built on shared experiences, a bond you truly miss

If all you chase is fortune, with a cold and empty fist.

[Synth Riff - bright, catchy, evolving]

[Build-up - drums get busier, bassline more active, layered vocals]

No, you can't buy it, no, no, you just can't buy it, hear?

This feeling deep inside me, banishing all fear.

It's not for sale on any aisle, not found in any store

This connection, pure and vital, knocking at my door.

It's the sunshine after rain, the melody so clear

A comfort in the silence, wiping every tear.

[Vocal Harmony Layer - rich backing vocals join in]

[Key Change - uplifting shift, full band sound]

It's the rhythm in the quiet, the comfort in the gaze

A loyalty unshakeable, through all of life's wild maze.

[Horn Stab - punchy, soulful, driving]

So let the billionaires fret, 'bout their market-priced despair

True love's currency is selfless, a bond beyond compare!

It's a universal truth, whispered on the breeze

Planting roots of kindness, putting hearts at ease.

[Spoken Word - with a knowing, gentle, slightly philosophical tone, over a stripped-back groove]

Remember this, now: A heart given freely, is a treasure no vault can hold. And no amount of gold can unlock it.

[Reggae Guitar Solo - mellow, melodic, with a touch of wah]

[Bassline Groove Out - deep, resonant, leading to a gentle fade]

The warmth of true affection, it's a gift from up above

You can't buy true love, darling, you can only give love.

Let it flow, let it flow, yeah.

No silver, no gold, just soul, pure soul.

[Fade-Out - music slowly diminishes, echoes of vocals and guitar]

Can't buy it, can't buy it, no way...

Just give love... yeah...

Love...