I cannot speak of what I feel   And yet I feel so much   I know that woman's arms can heal me   Like an angel's touch      She says she likes the accent   She thinks it's so polite   I think she going to like it more   When we're alone tonight      She cannot speak of what she feels   And yet she feels so much   Except her lover's arms can heal her   Like an angel's touch      Money's money, my little honey   A rich man's jokes are always funny   Build them walls but I'm coming through   Don't trouble, trouble till it troubles you      Money's money, my little honey   A rich man's jokes are always funny   Ring came off in heights of passion   Wear it now and that's not fashion      You open up your heart, heart behold   Another door slams shut   And tongues are not of steel   But take a look how deep they cut