What Money Might Buy - Martha Davis

A vision in white

Lit up the night

A girl more or less

But usually more

A street whore

A sweet whore

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 fuck

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