Shooting Star: She's got money [lyrics]

Shooting Star: She's got money [lyrics]

Shooting Star

She's got money

I met a girl who came from New Orleans

She took me home in her limousine

We were friends, there's nothing more to say

I just remember that I liked her legs

And she drove her Ferrri

When she didn't need her private plane

And oh with a life like that

It makes it hard to complain

She's got money, money, and that's all she needs

She's got money, moeny, but she doesn't see

She'll never buy love with her money

She spends her weekends in the south of France

Tanning on the beach at every chance

You'll never see her with the same man twice

Because she treats them all as cold as ice

But someone's always with her

Even though they want the same old thing

But she can't tell if it's them or if it's her that has changed

She's got money, money, and that's all she needs

She's got money, moeny, but she doesn't see

She'll never buy love with her money

Honey, nothing ever seems to change

Money, honey, do they love her or do they love the way

She spends money

And she's scared of getting older

It's something money can never change

And who's gonna want to hold her when she's old and gray