Lyrics:

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