Lyrics:

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