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Use A− / A+ to adjust text sizeHis Kind Of Money / My Kind Of Love
I'll bet you the wine is fineAnd I'll bet you the diamonds are realAnd I'll bet you his house is the big one Up on the hillHey, that's where he's got me girlAnd not that I blame you at allNow don't say you're sorryJust go and have you a ball'Cause I ain't got his kind of moneyAnd I probably never willBut I got a buck that saysHis twenties and his hundred-dollar billsAin't gonna satisfy you foreverThey can only buy so muchI ain't got his kind of moneyBut he ain't got my kind of loveWho's gonna bait your hook?Who's gonna get lost in your eyes?Who's gonna throw that ballThat wins you the prize?Yeah, who's gonna kiss you good night?Make it last all night long?Yeah, who's gonna be there?When he's always gone?No, I ain't got his kind of moneyAnd I probably never willBut I got a buck that saysHis twenties and his hundred dollar billsAin't gonna satisfy you foreverThey can only buy so muchI ain't got his kind of moneyBut he ain't got my kind of loveHe can buy you all he wants toBut girl I ain't soldSo keep my number handy'Cause I think we both knowI ain't got his kind of moneyAnd I probably never willBut I got a buck that saysHis twenties and his hundred dollar billsAin't gonna satisfy you foreverThey can only buy so muchI ain't got his kind of moneyBut he ain't got my kind of loveI ain't got his kind of moneyBut you're gonna miss my kind of loveYou're gonna miss me baby, ha!That's right, my kind of love
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