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 her love pure and true
When any fool could understand, she thinks the money makes a man
She wants a man with lots of money, not a poor boy
A man with money
Man with money
Man with money
Just down the street, I know a place
When they're alseep I'll cover my face
I'll break the lock, open the door
I'll step inside, I'll rob the store
I'll be a man with lots of money, not a poor boy
A man with money
A man with money
Man with money
Man with money
Man with money
Man with money