back in my hate -sailor days
Where talk was cheap and love was free
I used that little trustful boy
Who thought that he was using me
We flew to Istanbul and back
And my married man devoured his stash
I went to his mother's Cadillac
He bought another one with cash
knew how to do what's best
Why should I be sorry if I'm at all
Hey, money makes you stupid
Girlfriend's gotta work her stuff
While wasted on a workin' stiff
With a little of sailing, bagging debts,
a largely full ride scholarship
why you always feel so dry
Money makes the whole world sin
Cause money buys you everything
The right to know, the right to choose
Well, me, I never have enough
And I waste every fucking dime
So I know what a song is worth
And I know the value of my time
Hey, I'd sell my soul right now
Cause money, money, money,