Man With Money

She wants a man with lots of money
And not a poor boy
He buys her things, she calls him 'honey'
She calls me 'poor boy'

What good would it do
To give a love, pure and true?
And any fool could understand
She thinks money makes a man

She wants a man with lots of money
And not a poor boy
She wants the things you buy with money
And 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
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
A man with money
Man with money