Текст, перевод и аккорды “Made Of Money”
- Adam ant/marco pirroni You think that Im amde of money Youve got something coming honey This aint no land of milk and honey My accountant thinks thats funny Instead of trying to use your brains You sit round and suck my veins Your kind of rat belongs in drains Youre gonna get around You like all those big fancy cars Trendy people and their wine bars But your lying will leave its scars Get around, get on your horse You think that Im made of reddies That makes me choke on my shreddies I may smile and act so sunny But this boy is not your dummy Marriages are made in heaven So what the hell happened to mine?
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