Money
She’s can make ten thousand a weekend, even a night
But then, there’s getting through each day
He tells her he loves her so much that he could kill her
Right?
And he almost has a few times
Anyway…
Once she got away, she tried slinging hash
It wasn’t as easy as easy might seem
She’d gotten used to much easier cash
She gotten used to the cream
He only wants a burger and some fries
He doesn’t want to super-size
But he can’t get through the door
What in the world are they fighting for?
He has come here so many times
Now he can’t get past the picket lines
He’d go to some other store
But then he’d pay much more
Now she’s studying the law
She’s hoping she’ll go very far
She’s diving a deep one, a deep one
He swears he doesn’t want a bunch
Doesn’t want a free lunch
Just wants a cheap one, a cheap one
No, we swear, we don’t want a bunch
We’re not looking for a free lunch
Just a cheap one, a cheap one, a cheap one
All words and music by Dave Hall ©
Publisher: Row House Music PRO: ASCAP
