Baby you put way too much
make up on your face
you put too much
salt and pepper
on my eggs and I don't like
the way they taste
Baby its time
to collect the money
baby lets go
out on the street
cup in hand
smile like you mean it
when you know
its only fake
time is yours to spend
and money is yours to make
Baby just keep it coming!
Baby just keep it coming!
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