She wants a man with lots of money,
not a poor boy,
He buys her things she calls him honey,
she calls me poor boy,
What good could it do,
to give a love pure and true,
when any fool could understand,
she thinks that money makes the man,
She wants a man with lots of money,
not a poor boy,
She wants the things she`ll buy with money,
not a poor boy,
a man with money,man with money,man with money,
Just down thwe street,
I know a place
When there asleep,
I`ll cover my face,
I`ll break the lock,open the door,
I`ll slip inside, I`ll rob the store,
Then I`ll be a man with lots of money,
not a poor boy,
I`ll buy her things, she`ll call me honey,
not a poor boy,
A man with money, man with money, man with money, man with money
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