Martha Davis - What Money Might Buy lyrics

A vision in white Lit up the night A girl more or less But usually more A street who*e A sweet who*e A girl who would be your fantasy Come again still no reality But in her eyes no surprise What money might buy There was a young boy A beuteous thing Whose revenge cut the night And he'd lick the blade clean A sweet boy A street boy The boy who would be your sweet f** Yeah, the boy who would always bring you luck The boy who hates you so You'd better make love slow 'Cause you don't know What money might buy And you think it's o.k. 'Cause you leave when you pay And you pay for what you need And God knows you needed it And the streets will go on And you can go home And no one will know Ah, ain't that the beauty of it Ain't it sweet What money might buy On the lips of a kiss Poisoned with bliss A child looks good Dressed up like this A sweet kid A street kid A kid that could be your very own You'd better check to see Who's left at home But they might lie Don't be surprised What money might buy Very nice, kind of lights up your eyes What money might buy Almost makes you cry What money might buy Surprise, surprise What money might buy It's suicide