Lyrics Coyne, Kevin

Coyne, Kevin

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I'm honest if I think I say, baby

That I wouldn't lie for a day, no

Oh, if I had, baby, if I had your money

I don't believe I would steal, no no

If I could smell, touch and feel, yes

The crackling crispness, baby

The evil newness of your money, money, money

Of your money, money, money

I know I never stoop so low, so low

To lace your shoes, baby, lace your shoes

And brush your clothes, no

And wash your windows and make your plants grow

If I had your money, oh money, lovely money, yes, alright

Yeah, yeah come on

But you, you make it all so very clear to me

That you think, you think my postulations, dear oh

But you keep on paying, baby

And I keep on praying, baby, for your money, for your money

I have a friend who tells me daily, yeah daily

That you're a bitch, baby, and not a lady

She says you're sour and I send her flowers

With your money, with your money, oh yeah

Oh, so beware and lock your strong room

Before its existence makes you a tomb, oh, to die in baby

That's dark and chilling, that holds your meanness

Not your money, baby, not your money

Baby, not your money, baby yes