He buys her things she calls him honey
She wants a man with lots of money
I'll break the lock, open the door
She calls me poor boy
When there asleep
Not a poor boy
She wants the things she'll buy with money
I'll slip inside, I'll rob the store
Not a poor boy
What good could it do
She thinks that money makes the man
A man with money, man with money, man with money
Then I'll be a man with lots of money
Not a poor boy
Not a poor boy
Just down the street
When any fool could understand
To give a love pure and true
I'll cover my face
I know a place
I'll buy her things, she'll call me honey