| I never have been handed much
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| I never have demanded much
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| I just want money, a nice position
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| And loads of lovely love
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| I never have expected much
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| I never have rejected much
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| I want my dinner, some conversation
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| And loads of lovely love
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| The dumb ones go for quantity
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| The wise ones go for quality
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| I’ve got the answer now
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| It’s not how much is how
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| I do not ask for bliss, I guess
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| It all boils down to this, I guess
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| I just want money and then some more money
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| And loads of lovely love
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| I never have been handed much
|
| I never have demanded much
|
| I just want money, a nice position
|
| And loads of lovely love
|
| I never have expected much
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| I never have rejected much
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| I want my dinner, some conversation
|
| And loads of lovely love
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| Of birds and bees and men ensnared
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| So first things first, I always say
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| The horse proceeds the cart
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| It isn’t helped this heart
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| I do not ask for bliss, I guess
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| It all boils down to this, I guess
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| I just want money and then some more money
|
| And loads of lovely love
|
| I just want money and then some more money
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| And loads of lovely love |