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I love the feel of his money
One time I loved the feel of him, she yawned
It was not until he was crucified
That the benefit sunk in
Oh, for restoration I may baulk and churl
I have my standards to maintain
The very fact I'm here at all is quite absurd
The aggravation leaves a stain
Oh, I love the feel of his money, she yawned
One time I loved the feel of him
It was not until he was crucified
That the benefit sunk in
I love the feel of his money, she yawned
One time I loved the feel of him
It was not until he was crucified
That the benefit sunk in
Oh, it's a dark moon
Oh, it's a dark moon
For restoration I may baulk and churl
I have my standards to maintain
The angle I come from is quite absurd
The aggravation leaves a stain
In this dark moon - in this dark moon
If I had the position that I thought that I should
I'll never cease to amaze
From the angle that she stands and stood
See on her face a smile so afraid
In this dark moon - oh, this dark moon
In this dark moon - under this dark moon
Oh, this dark moon
[scat singing]
I want your soul - I want your soul
I want your soul - I want your soul
I want your soul - I want your soul
I want your soul for myself
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