Could someone write 'em down for me? Don't laugh - that's what I got.. doesn't make sense here and there: On a money of my plateau You could leave me and let me go But i wouldn't want to fight And i wouldn't let you go Cuz the money you know won't show And the size that you'll know won't go So why you're complaining, ta? You need a thing i might have And I need it oh so bad If you fish in a man-made lake Don't mind the fishing to cruise the end off There's the money that you leave me for And the size, they run out the door So why you're complaining back?