Man With Money

She wants a man with lots of money
 Not a poor boy
 He buys her things she calls him honey
 She calls me poor boy
 What good could it do
 To give a love pure and true
 When any fool could understand
 She thinks that money makes the man
 She wants a man with lots of money
 Not a poor boy
 She wants the things she'll buy with money
 Not a poor boy
 A man with money, man with money, man with money
 Just down the street
 I know a place
 When there asleep
 I'll cover my face
 I'll break the lock, open the door
 I'll slip inside, I'll rob the store
 Then I'll be a man with lots of money
 Not a poor boy
 I'll buy her things, she'll call me honey
 Not a poor boy
 A man with money, man with money, man with money, man with money