Original lyrics

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I'm tired of running around Trying to get famous, I should know who I am by now Sitting in the way back With my head inside of a paper bag I'm broke and I need to pay the bills I gotta make a living, but I don't have the will to live anymore All I think about is sex and money I don't care how I get there, I just want to be somebody All I think about is sex and money I don't care how you get here, I just want to be with you, honey My mind is your obstacle course Part the beaded curtains and I see you riding on a horse Like a faded old paperback I like to crack you open when I'm feeling sad, oh Why does it have to be this way I wanna pull you in, but I know you can’t stay It's been just about 30 days, maybe you'll show up in LA 'Cause all I think about is sex and money I don't care how I get there, I just want to be somebody All I think about is sex and money I don't care how you get here, I just want to be with you, honey I know I'm not saving the world But I gotta live in it, so I might as well splurge On two thousand cotton t-shirts With my face on the front All I think about is sex and money I don't care how I get there, I just want to be somebody All I think about is sex and money I don't care how I get there, I just want to be somebody All I think about is sex and money I don’t care how you get here I just want to be with you, honey Just want to be with you, honey Just want to be with you, honey I just want to be with you, honey I just want to be with you, honey