|
She wants a man with lots of money, |
|
not a poor boy, |
|
He buys her things she calls him honey, |
|
she calls me poor boy, |
|
What good could it do, |
|
to give a love pure and true, |
|
when any fool could understand, |
|
she thinks that money makes the man, |
|
She wants a man with lots of money, |
|
not a poor boy, |
|
She wants the things she'll buy with money, |
|
not a poor boy, |
|
a man with money,man with money,man with money, |
|
Just down thwe street, |
|
I know a place |
|
When there asleep, |
|
I'll cover my face, |
|
I'll break the lock,open the door, |
|
I'll slip inside, I'll rob the store, |
|
Then I'll be a man with lots of money, |
|
not a poor boy, |
|
I'll buy her things, she'll call me honey, |
|
not a poor boy, |
|
A man with money, man with money, man with money, man with money |
