Kevin Coyne - Gigolo lyrics

I'm honest if I think I say, baby That I wouldn't lie for a day, no Oh, if I had, baby, if I had your money I don't believe I would steal, no no If I could smell, touch and feel, yes The crackling crispness, baby The evil newness of your money, money, money Of your money, money, money I know I never stoop so low, so low To lace your shoes, baby, lace your shoes And brush your clothes, no And wash your windows and make your plants grow If I had your money, oh money, lovely money, yes, alright Yeah, yeah come on But you, you make it all so very clear to me That you think, you think my postulations, dear oh But you keep on paying, baby And I keep on praying, baby, for your money, for your money I have a friend who tells me daily, yeah daily That you're a b**h, baby, and not a lady She says you're sour and I send her flowers With your money, with your money, oh yeah Oh, so beware and lock your strong room Before its existence makes you a tomb, oh, to die in baby That's dark and chilling, that holds your meanness Not your money, baby, not your money Baby, not your money, baby yes