Man With Money

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, a man with money, a 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

Not a poor boy

I'll buy her things, she'll call me honey

Not a poor boy

A man with money, a man with money, a man with money, man with money