Lyrics
Money doesn't make her happy, but she thinks ist does.
Money doesn't make her happy, but she thinks ist does.
She's crying all alone.
Well give a dog a bone!
The men she sees are on the telephone.
They come to fix the roof, they come to fix the floor
but when it comes to 5 o'clock they're heading out the door and
Money doesn't make her happy, but she thinks ist does.
Money doesn't make her happy, but she thinks ist does.
Well I' m on a bended knee
she'll see me if she's pleased
Of all the colors in the world, there's only one she sees.
She'll squeeze a dollar in, she'll squeeze a dollar out,
but if anyone should know the truth, they'd know what she's about, and
Money doesn't make her happy, but she thinks ist does.
Money doesn't make her happy, but she thinks ist does.
High society,
They'll take her out to tea
She'll stick one finger in the brew and another one into me.
Well I tried to tell her so,
now she'll have to let me go..
but she keeps on repeating, "no, I really need the dough!" but
Money doesn't make her happy, but she thinks ist does.
Money doesn't make her happy, but she thinks ist does.
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