Текст песни Dirty Children - Money

Give me money or give me death
I need money like I need breath
I need money like I need you
I love your money and it loves me too

Give me a sniff, I love the smell
Gotta get the paper 'cause I'm under the spell of

Money, money, money
Dollar, dollar bills are all the rage
Money, money, money
Cold hard cash, well, that's my fave
They say that money can't buy you love
Well I love money and that's enough
Gimme, gimme more of that wicked stuff
Money, money, money, yeah

I remember when I was young
Watching my mom cutting her coupons
Knowing at a fancy restaurant
To order something cheap, not what I want

But now that I'm grown, I need so much more
Don't worry, Mama, 'cause I'm going to score

Money, money, money
Dollar, dollar bills are all the rage
Money, money, money
Cold hard cash, well, that's my fave
They say that money can't buy you love
Well I love money and that's enough
Gimme, gimme more of that wicked stuff
Money, money, money, yeah

Oh my God, I'm such a lush
I can't help it I like the rush
Money, I love you so much
It's my money, do not touch

Money, money, money
Dollar, dollar bills are all the rage
Money, money, money
Cold hard cash, well, that's my fave
They say that money can't buy you love
Well I love money and that's enough
Gimme, gimme more of that wicked stuff
Money, money, money, yeah