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Текст: Ufo. Money, Money.

Well, I'm down, face tomorrow
I drown in this fool's sorrow
I hear the lies, who I choose
No alibis, never a trace I'm blue

Well, I'm not so proud
Baby, I can see
You take my money
And you're laughing at me

Ain't no clown
And you're no debutante
I wanna give
How much do you want?

Money
Look what you've done
Money
Hope on a third degree

You're so dumb
You got all the protections
Number one
But your only intention

Money
Look what you've done
Money
Hope on a third degree

You're so cool
Playing glamor, glamor
Full of school
But I'm still in emerald

Money
Look what you've done
Money
Hope on a third degree

Well, I'm not so proud
Baby, I can see
Take my money
And you're laughing at me

I ain't no clown
And you're no debutante
I wanna give
How much do you want?

Money, money
You think I can't see
Take it all
And you're laughing at me

Money, money
You're no debutante
Wanna give
How much do you want?

Money
Look what you've done to me
Money
Hope on a third degree

Money
Look what you've done to me
Money
Hope on a third degree