Verse 1: Homans spoke in fifty-eight, with a voice clear and straight, On the stage of give and take, where relationships make. Rewards we seek, and costs we weigh, In the dance of exchange, every single day. Chorus: Social Exchange, the theory Homans laid, Choices rational, in the games we played. Reciprocity's call, in the give and take, We measure our gains, with every stake. Verse 2: Profit's not just coin or bill, but the joy, the thrill, Of connections that fulfill, past the point of still. The cost of loss, the pain of gain, In each interaction, a balance we attain. Bridge: Comparison level, alternatives weigh, Deciding to stay, or walk away. Relationship's ledger, in red or in black, Calculating moves, no turning back. Chorus: Social Exchange, Homans’ profound claim, In the currency of interaction, we find our game. From friendships to love, in bonds we trust, We tally the costs, in fairness we must. Outro: In the ledger of life, where exchanges rule, Homans’ theory guides, in the social school. Understanding the give, appreciating the take, In the balance of exchange, the choices we make.
