toi know, the landlord rang my front door bell
I let it ring for a long, long spell
I went to the window,
I peeped through the blind,
And asked him to tell me what's on his mind
He said,
Money, honey
Money, honey
Money, honey, if toi want to get along with me
Well, I screamed and I hollered,
I was so hard-pressed
I called the woman that I loved the best
I finally got my baby about half past three,
She a dit I'd like to know what toi want with me
I said,
Money, honey
Money, honey
Money, honey,
If toi want to get along with me
Well, I a dit tell me baby, what's wrong with you?
From this jour on our romance is through...
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