Yeah ! Money's a curse !!
By kaz4sim
Moneys not everythingI've heard it beforeYeah? Well let me enlighten youIt’s no fun being poorIts easy for youWith your pot loads of moneyJetting on holidayTo places so sunnyTry being meFor only 1 weekMaybe you’ll take backThe words that you speak“It doesn’t bring happiness”False friends at your doorOh Please! Don’t go on nowI’ve heard it beforeWhy should you moanWhen the world’s at your feetMoneys no objectYou don’t lose no sleepI can’t understandI have no compassionOh what a chore!To wear designer fashionFlash cars and homesI can see it’s a curseI’d swap you tomorrowFor my empty purseJuggling the billsThat come through the doorClothing the kidsYeah! It’s fun being poorTrying to stretchThe ends that don’t meetTrying to saveFor that 1 special treatYou can have anythingYour dreams are realTry being poorThen see how you feelAt least with your moneyYour choices are manySplash out on giftsNot watching each pennyI hope you’ll stop moaningNow I’ve told my taleBe grateful for fortuneAnd don’t moan and wail Written October 21st, 2001 © on Oct 21 2001 01:00 AM PST 0 • 10
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"Moneys not everythingI've heard it beforeYeah? Well let me enlighten youIt’s no fun being poorIts easy for youWith your pot loads of moneyJetting on holidayTo places so sunnyTry being meFor only 1 weekMaybe you’ll take backThe words that you speak“It doesn’t bring happiness”False friends at your doorOh Please! Don’t go on nowI’ve heard it beforeWhy should you moanWhen the world’s at your feetMoneys no objectYou don’t lose no sleepI can’t understandI have no compassionOh what a chore!To wear designer fashionFlash cars and homesI can see it’s a curseI’d swap you tomorrowFor my empty purseJuggling the billsThat come through the doorClothing the kidsYeah! It’s fun being poorTrying to stretchThe ends that don’t meetTrying to saveFor that 1 special treatYou can have anythingYour dreams are realTry being poorThen see how you feelAt least with your moneyYour choices are manySplash out on giftsNot watching each pennyI hope you’ll stop moaningNow I’ve told my taleBe grateful for fortuneAnd don’t moan and wail..."