Chorus: E Well money cant buy love B But it can buy affection A B E I cant tell the difference anymore
E Well I know it may sound sad B But girl whats really bad A B E When its all gone, youre headed for the door Solo: E B A B E B Well my dollar bills are just like pills A E You get high on expensive thrills B Nothing I do can keep you satisfied You whine about rough hands A E But youll never understand B E What its like workin 8 to 5 Chorus One thing I think sure is funny My whole weeks pay becomes your money No cash, no sex, no goin out on the town When my bank account is low Our love sure cant grow And it wont be long til your out runnin around Well now go and try your hand On a rockin one night stand Youll soon find out thats all its gonna be Thats to get her into bed You gotta let her in your head And youll be spending cash like its Growin on a tree Chorus Solo: E B A B E Chorus Solo: E B A B E