Testo di Money

Money, stole my lady Fools, have a way, of making me crazy Money, buy you freedom Rules, have a way of making me lazy And 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 making me crazy And so we grow a little older With another tale to tell So we grow a little colder With another tale to tell