Letra de Man With Money

She wants a man with lots of money And I'm a poor boy He buys her things, she calls him honey She calls me poor boy What good does it do To give her love pure and true When any fool would understand She thinks money makes a man She wants a man with lots of money And I'm a poor boy She wants the things you buy with money And not a poor boy A man with money A man with money Man with money Just down the street, I know a place When they're 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 And not a poor boy I'll buy her things, she'll call me honey And not a poor boy A man with money A man with money A man with money A man with money Man with money