Lyrics
Baby wants to get in the money
Oh she wants to share it with me
On Tuesdays we go walking
Talking about another degree
You can't stop kicking the heart out
And you're a practical mess
Behind links of celebrity dropouts
You're just a shepherd, but oh well
What makes the wild wind whistle?
What makes the birdies sing?
I'm hutched down in a huddle
Talking about another ring
But oh, you're twenty-five for an hour
And I'm related to it
For hearts that don't make sense
If music is my lover
You are just a tease
You make love to a shadow
Whose face is hallow money