| 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 |