My baby gives me the finance blues, Tax me to the limit of my revenues.
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Here she comes finger-poppin', clickety-click
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She says furs or diamonds, you take your pick.
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She wants money, what she wants, She wants money, what she wants,
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She wants money, what she wants, She wants money, what she wants,
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Money money, money money money. Money money, money money money.
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She say, "Money, honey", I'd rob a bank,
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I just load my gun and mosey down to the bank.
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Knockin' off my neighborhood savings and load,
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To keep my sweet chiquita in eau de cologne.
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She wants money, what she wants, She wants money, what she wants,
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Money money, money money money. Money money, money money money.
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Mama don't send me down to rob that bank again,
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I got a notion that your leadin' me to sin.
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Won't you relax, won't you lay way back,
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Don't you bug your honey 'bout no Cadillac.
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It's only bucks, you don't need no jack.
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So won't you please relax and lay way back.
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My baby's lovin' gives me such a thrill;
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It gives me inspiration makin' counterfeit bills.
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Now some folks say the best things in life are free,
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She wants money, what she wants, She wants money, what she wants,
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Money money, money money money. Money money, money money money.
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Lord made a lady out of Adam's rib, next thing you know, you got women's lib.
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Lovely to look upon, Heaven to touch;
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It's a real shame that they got to cost so much.
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Money, Money
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| Grateful Dead |
