Money şarkı sözleri

Don't marry them for love, my dear They're all just rotten swine And if they know you love 'em Then they will rob you blind But if their bank account is fat And they're all fairly kind Then that's a man, Polly dear To marry every time The marrying kind, the marrying kind Don't marry them for lust, my dear Their lust will soon dim And then there's no money, dear There's nothing left to win But if their bank account is fat And they're all fairly kind Then that's a man, Polly dear To marry every time The marrying kind, the marrying kind Just marry for them for money, dear It makes the world go round And if their conversation's dull Don't let it get you down If their bank account is fat Let your... fingers wrap around Money, money, money, money It makes the world go round Money, money, money, money Money, money, money, money Makes the world go round Money, money, money, money Money, money, money, money Makes the world go round Money, money, money, money Money, money, money, money Makes the world go round Yes, money, money, money, money Money, money, money, money Makes the world go round The marrying kind, the marrying kind