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Well, baby, what I couldn't do |
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With plenty of money and you |
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In spite of the worry that money brings |
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Just a little filthy looker buys a lot of things |
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And I could take you to places that you would like to go |
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But outside of that, I've no use for dough |
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It's the root of all evil |
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Of strife and upheaval |
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But I'm certain, honey, that life would be sunny |
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With plenty of money and you |
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It's the root of all evil |
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Of strife and upheaval |
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But I'm certain, honey, that life would be sunny |
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With plenty of money and you |
