But money can't buy you love.
Perhaps it could buy you a love shack.
There's a lady plays her fav'rite records/On the jukebox ev'ry day/All day long she plays the same old songs/And she believes the things that they say/She sings along with all the saddest songs/And she believes the stories are real/She lets the music dictate the way that she feels.
But money can't buy you love.
Perhaps it could buy you a love shack.
But money can't buy you love.
Money! That's what I want.
Money! That's what I want.
I want candy.
I was just thinking about Kim's book earlier today David! I'm really looking forward to it. Have you read Colin Meloy's take on Let It Be?
Nope, but I really want it. I haven't found any of the 33 1/3 books in bookstores, so I'll probably be obliged to actually order them online.
I want candy.
Ooh, Candy girl!
Wanna whole lot of love?
I never wanted to love you
I only wanted to love and not be blamed
Let me go
You should know
I'm not ashamed to have loved you
I want candy.
Ooh, Candy girl!
Lips like sugar.
Wanna whole lot of love?
Nah, love me just a little bit.
Dance me to the end of love.
Lips like sugar.
Just like honey.