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Money Thing
They're shutting off the phone, cutting off the gas, I can't afford to heat, the water in my bath,
I'm barely getting by, I'm hanging by a string, its a money thing.
I could sell my body, I could sell my sperm, I could sell my blood, with the money that I earn, I
could buy my baby a little plastic ring.
It's a money thing, and I got none, it's a money thing, I gotta make some, money.
I stare into the windows, of couple filled cafes, the men all act like winners because they all can
pay, how can I compete with what they're offering.
It's a money thing, and I got none, it's a money thing, I gotta make some, money.
I found a cheap date but she wasn't so cheap, I found a cheap date but she wasn't so cheap, I found a
cheap date but she wasn't so cheap, shit.
It's so disheartening, the cash is always king, happiness and love just don't mean anything, I'll
never have enough, I'll never have enough.
It's a money thing, and I got none, it's a money thing, and I got none, it's a money thing, I gotta
make some, money.
I found a cheap date but she wasn't so cheap, it's a money thing, I found a cheap date but she wasn't
so cheap, it's a money thing, I found a cheap date but she wasn't so cheap, money.
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