Tailored suits, chauffeured cars
Fine hotels and big cigars
Up for grabs, up for a price
Where the red hot girls keep on
Keep on dancing through the night
The claim is on you
The sights are on me
So what do you do
That's guaranteed
Hey little girl, you want it all
The furs, the diamonds, the painting on the wall
come on, come on, love me for the money
come on, come on, listen to the money talk
You never give me my money,
You only give me your sympathy.
'Cause I keep on running,
There's no way to catch up with me.
I'm leaving you, don't make no fuss;
You won't even see me, oh no, for dust.