A rich man's jokes are always funny
But take a look how deep they cut
She cannot speak of what she feels
Ring came off in heights of passion
Build them walls but I'm coming through
She says she likes the accent
Wear it now and that's not fashion

I think she going to like it more
I know that woman's arms can heal me
Like an angel's touch
She thinks it's so polite
And yet she feels so much
And tongues are not of steel

You open up your heart, heart behold
Except her lover's arms can heal her
When we're alone tonight
Money's money, my little honey

Like an angel's touch

Don't trouble, trouble till it troubles you
A rich man's jokes are always funny

Money's money, my little honey
Another door slams shut