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It's Friday night, baby, get ready, set, go I'm gonna take you to the Krystal and a picture show Well, the sky's the limit, there's no price too high Baby, you're the apple of my eye I got my paycheck in my pocket and some gas in the tank Honey, your love's better than money in the bank I wish I had a bass boat and a Z-28 But I guess that stuff'll have to wait Oh 'cause I'm saving on a washer and a wedding ring I want this love to be a lasting thing Right at the top, that's where you rank Honey, your love's better than money in the bank Oh whoa You make me feel like a million bucks Oh whoa I wanna drive you around in an armored truck Late last night I had a crazy dream I met a man who invented a money machine He said, "I know things are tight and times are tough" But he'd give me the machine if I'd give you up I just looked him in the eye and I said, "No thanks" Honey, your love's better than money in the bank Honey, your love's better than money in the bank From Letras Mania