Money, stole my lady
Fools, have a way, of making me crazy
Money, buy you freedom
Rules, have a way of making me lazy
And so we grow a little older
With another tale to tell
So we grow a little colder
With another tale to tell
Money, make you feel unhappy
Fools, have a way, of making me crazy
And so we grow a little older
With another tale to tell
So we grow a little colder
With another tale to tell
(c)1971 Tom Evans [ Lyrics from: http://www.lyricsmode.com/lyrics/b/badfinger/money.html ]
