A rich man's jokes are always funny
Wear it now and that's not fashion
And tongues are not of steel
Except her lover's arms can heal her
She cannot speak of what she feels
When we're alone tonight
Ring came off in heights of passion
You open up your heart, heart behold
Don't trouble, trouble till it troubles you
She thinks it's so polite
Money's money, my little honey
A rich man's jokes are always funny
Money's money, my little honey
She says she likes the accent
I know that woman's arms can heal me
And yet she feels so much
Another door slams shut
Build them walls but I'm coming through
Like an angel's touch
Like an angel's touch
I think she going to like it more