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I'm honest if I think I say, babyThat I wouldn't lie for a day, noOh, if I had, baby, if I had your moneyI don't believe I would steal, no noIf I could smell, touch and feel, yesThe crackling crispness, babyThe evil newness of your money, money, moneyOf your money, money, moneyI know I never stoop so low, so lowTo lace your shoes, baby, lace your shoesAnd brush your clothes, noAnd wash your windows and make your plants growIf I had your money, oh money, lovely money, yes, alrightYeah, yeah come onBut you, you make it all so very clear to meThat you think, you think my postulations, dear ohBut you keep on paying, babyAnd I keep on praying, baby, for your money, for your moneyI have a friend who tells me daily, yeah dailyThat you're a bitch, baby, and not a ladyShe says you're sour and I send her flowersWith your money, with your money, oh yeahLetras de cancionesOh, so beware and lock your strong roomBefore its existence makes you a tomb, oh, to die in babyThat's dark and chilling, that holds your meannessNot your money, baby, not your moneyBaby, not your money, baby yes From Letras Mania