Money, Money
The world is full
of moneyed people
Without it in
yourself
You are poor
It’s the
measurement
Of how one life
status
In the society we
live
Without money the
eyes of blues
Money, Money
The cheat, the
liars, the conmen
Even murderers or
kidnappers
It’s the money
It moves the
economy
It makes the bad
fly
It makes the mind
glow
Lots of money
It’s only in this
world
It’s the time we
spent it ourselves
We can’t bring
money
When we expire and
leave all behind
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