You think that I'm made of money
You've got something coming honey
Ain't no land of milk and honey
My accountant thinks that's funny

Instead of trying to use your brains
You sit round and suck my veins
Your kind of rat belongs in drains
You're gonna beg around
You're gonna beg around

You like all those big fancy cars
Trendy people and their wine bars
But your lying will leave it's scars
Get around, get on your horse

Instead of trying to use your brains
You sit 'round and suck my veins
Your kind of rat belongs in drains
You're gonna get around
You're gonna get around

Instead of trying to use your brains
You sit round and suck my veins
Your kind of rat belongs in drains
You're gonna get around
You're gonna get around

You think that I'm made of reddies
That makes me choke on my shreddies
I may smile and act so sunny
But this boy is not your dummy

Instead of trying to use your brains
You sit round and suck my veins
Your kind of rat belongs in drains
You're gonna get around
You're gonna get around

Marriages are made in heaven
So what the hell happened to mine?
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Made Of Money Lyrics as written by Adam Ant Marco Pirroni

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    Here, in a limerick, is what these lyrics mean. There was once a young caballero whose new bride spent all his dinero So he screamed at his wife "Just get out of my life" and tossed her out on her "trasero." *Trasero = Spanish for part of body on which one sits
    CuteSparkinaon July 03, 2007   Link

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