One foot in front of the other up to the top of the stairs
There's nobody in there, but hell honey, I know you don't care
You say what you wanna say, I know you're gonna say it to me anyway
But it's a damn strange way to make your money
Whips and chains and sticks and pain to make him sore
And somebody out there sees the pleasure in the pain for it all
You say what you wanna say, I know you're gonna say it to me anyway
But it's a damn strange way to make your money
I guess you've been where you've gotta been and you spend what you gotta
spend
But it's a damn strange way to make your money
Your pockets full of stones and you take them all out
And you do a little dance and you scatter them about
And you got your money and you're going away
Yeah, well, I hope you have a nice damn holiday
Your boy on the side is a poise for pride, I hope you don't fall
Stick your hands down his pants 'cos you see the romance isn't sexual
at all
You bind and beat him, his eyes aren't trained on you to care
He better learn his lesson, he'll get no love from your dollar sign stare
You say what you wanna say, I know you're gonna say it to me anyway
But it's a damn strange way to make your money
- transcribed by gnome
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