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I'm honest if I think I say, baby
That I wouldn't lie for a day, no
Oh, if I had, baby, if I had your money
I don't believe I would steal, no no
If I could smell, touch and feel, yes
The crackling crispness, baby
The evil newness of your money
I know I never stoop so low
To lace your shoes, baby
And brush your clothes, no
And wash your windows
And make your plants grow
If I had your money
Oh money, lovely money, yes, alright
But you make it all so very clear to me
That you think my postulations, dear
But you keep on paying, baby
And I keep on praying, baby
For your money, for your money
I have a friend who tells me daily
That you're a bitch and not a lady
She says you're sour
And I send her flowers
With your money, with your money
So beware and lock your strong room
Before its existence makes you
a tomb, oh, to die in baby
That's dark and chilling
That holds your meanness
Not your money, baby, not your money
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