Man With the 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