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Adam Ant/Marco PirroniI cannot speak of what I feelAnd yet I feel so muchI know that woman's arms can heal meLike an angel's touchShe says she likes the accentShe thinks it's so politeI think she going to like it moreWhen we're alone tonightShe cannot speak of what she feelsAnd yet she feels so muchExcept her lover's arms can heal herLike an angel's touchMoney's money my little honeyA rich man's jokes are always funnyBuild them walls but I'm coming throughDon't trouble trouble till it troubles youMoney's money my little honeyA rich man's jokes are always funnyRing came off in heights of passionWear it now, and that's not fashionYou open up your heart heart beholdAnother door slams shutAnd tongues are not of steelBut take a look how deep they cut
Adam Ant/Marco PirroniI cannot speak of what I feelAnd yet I feel so muchI know that woman's arms can heal meLike an angel's touchShe says she likes the accentShe thinks it's so politeI think she going to like it moreWhen we're alone tonightShe cannot speak of what she feelsAnd yet she feels so muchExcept her lover's arms can heal herLike an angel's touchMoney's money my little honeyA rich man's jokes are always funnyBuild them walls but I'm coming throughDon't trouble trouble till it troubles youMoney's money my little honeyA rich man's jokes are always funnyRing came off in heights of passionWear it now, and that's not fashionYou open up your heart heart beholdAnother door slams shutAnd tongues are not of steelBut take a look how deep they cut
 
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