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My baby gives me the finance blues, tax me to the limit of my revenues. |
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Here she comes finger-poppin', clickety-click |
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She says furs or diamonds, you take your pick. |
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She wants money, what she wants, she wants money, what she wants, |
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She wants money, what she wants, she wants money, what she wants, |
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Money money, money money money. money money, money money money. |
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She say, "money, honey", i'd rob a bank, |
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I just load my gun and mosey down to the bank. |
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Knockin' off my neighborhood savings and load, |
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To keep my sweet chiquita in eau de cologne. |
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She wants money, what she wants, she wants money, what she wants, |
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Money money, money money money. money money, money money money. |
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Mama don't send me down to rob that bank again, |
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I got a notion that your leadin' me to sin. |
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Won't you relax, won't you lay way back, |
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Don't you bug your honey 'bout no cadillac. |
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It's only bucks, you don't need no jack. |
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So won't you please relax and lay way back. |
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My baby's lovin' gives me such a thrill; |
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It gives me inspiration makin' counterfeit bills. |
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Now some folks say the best things in life are free, |
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She wants money, what she wants, she wants money, what she wants, |
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Money money, money money money. money money, money money money. |
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Lord made a lady out of adam's rib, next thing you know, you got women's lib. |
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Lovely to look upon, heaven to touch; |
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It's a real shame that they got to cost so much. |
