SHE’S GOT MONEY
She ain’t real cute, and her hair is blue
And her temper is wicked and mean
She goes through friends like a preacher through sin
She’s a one woman wrecking machine
But one thing excites me
And keeps me coming back
When she lets me spend her cold hard cash
And drive her Cadillac
Well I might ignore her minor faults
But I can’t ignore my greed (gimme, gimme)
Cause it when it comes to what I want
She’s got everything I need
SHE’S GOT MONEY
LOTS OF MONEY
She’s tough as nails and she likes to wail
In her Rock n Roll leather and jeans
She’s rude and crude, she’s got a big tattoo
Where everyone can see
But she’s got something special
A certain charm and grace
It’s a bank account that makes me scream and shout
And forget about her face
I’ll admit she’s something less
Than every school boys dream
Miss Universe might have the legs
But my girl’s got the green
SHE’S GOT MONEY
LOT’S OF MONEY
(Words & Music by: SJ Adams and S Murchy)
