Badfinger - Money lyrics
[Badfinger - Money lyrics]
Money stole my lady
Fools have a way of makin' me crazy
Money buy you freedom
Rules have a way of makin' me lazy
So we grow a little older
With another tale to tell
So we grow a little colder
With another tale to tell
Money make you feel unhappy
Fools have a way of makin' me crazy
So we grow a little older
With another tale to tell
So we grow a little colder
With another tale to tell
Fools have a way of makin' me crazy
Money buy you freedom
Rules have a way of makin' me lazy
So we grow a little older
With another tale to tell
So we grow a little colder
With another tale to tell
Money make you feel unhappy
Fools have a way of makin' me crazy
So we grow a little older
With another tale to tell
So we grow a little colder
With another tale to tell
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