I'll buy you beavers and fine silken gowns
I'll buy you fine petticoats all flounced to the ground
If you will prove loyal and constant to me
And forsake your own true love and get married to me.

I don't want your beavers or fine silken hose
I was never so poor as to marry for clothes
But if you will prove loyal and constant to me
I'll forsake my own true love and get married to thee.

Who's kidding who?

And

Eleanor Rigby
Put on her face that she kept in a jar by the door (IIRC)

I've always liked that one