Nothing comes easy
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You've got to put your money down
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Never let your honey down,
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When she's on your side.
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You want love, they want houses,
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Better dig in your trousers
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Put your money where your mouth is
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Pull out that cash, from your stash.
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And then, pay through the nose,
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buying buttons and bows
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And never-ending clothes
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Keep your love in style...
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Ooh, money, money, ooh, money, money
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Where does it go?
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Down in some bottomless ditch.
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Ooh, money, money, ooh money, money
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Guess you all know--
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Your money goes back to the rich, la ti da..
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Your money goes back to the rich.
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There ain't no way around it
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You can't joke, you can't tease her
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When she wants a new freezer,
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It's a serious thing.
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And she knows you'll pay double
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To avoid any trouble;
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She knows you can't stand to squabble;
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And you're bound to give in..
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So you pay, once again, through the nose
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for a new quelque chose,
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And you throw in a rose
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To give your love a thrill.
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Ooh, money, money, etc.
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You get moonlight in the evening
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Sunshine by day;
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That's all you get for nothing
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You want more?
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Ooh, money, money, etc.
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Money Money Money
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Kevin Ayers |