30 acessos
She wants a man with lots of money
And I'm a poor boy
He buys her things, she calls him honey
She calls me poor boy
What good does it do
To give her love pure and true
When any fool would understand
She thinks money makes a man
She wants a man with lots of money
And I'm a poor boy
She wants the things you buy with money
And not a poor boy
A man with money
A man with money
Man with money
Just down the street, I know a place
When they're 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
And not a poor boy
I'll buy her things, she'll call me honey
And not a poor boy
A man with money
A man with money
A man with money
A man with money
Man with money