(Difford/Tilbrook) WARNING: These lyrics are unconfirmed and may be inaccurate. They represent the best attempt at deciphering the song we have yet to see.
Like trying to knock down pins with marbles in my hand She wouldn't take a hi from me the average man Funny what money can do to people But she had a light that had sparked up her evil Trying to chat up women who rate themselves so high Shouldn't be my subject but I felt like I should try Funny what drink can do for soldiers Well she must into men a little bit older
Funny how it goes -- how money steals the show And all her diamonds twinkle as she dances and what's it got for me Hung over in my tree? I saw the sun shine bright in front of......
Trying to get her dancing was not an easy job She made out like Houdini when I said do you bop Funny what rhythm does it kills me Like champagne women only seem to spill me Trying to get the picture, I settled down to a drink When up came Cinderella, so what was I to think Funny how these shoes fit a dragon Well she's like the sharks that you get in Manhattan
Funny how it goes -- how money steals the show And all her diamonds twinkle as she dances and what's it got for me Hung over in my tree? I saw the sun shine bright in front of.....
Compositor: Desconhecido no ECADIntérpretes: Christopher Henry Difford (Difford Chris) (PPL - I), David Leslie Gilson Lavis (Gilson Lavis) (PPL - I), Glenn Martin Tilbrook (Glenn Tilbrook) (PPL - I), Jonathan Murray Bentley (PPL - I), Julian Miles Holland (PPL - I)Publicado em 1997ECAD verificado fonograma #2014718 em 13/Abr/2024 com dados da UBEM