Money. That's what I want.
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It's valentine's week! Why am I hiding my love away when love is all you need? But love won't pay my bills (and oh, there are plenty of those right now!). Help! I wonder how I manage to make ends meet. The taxman takes so much of my money, and I know that when I'm 64 there won't be any of the social security I've paid from my checks left to take care of me! And just yesterday all my troubles seemed so far away...but tomorrow never knows.
Maybe next Tuesday morning at five o'clock as the day begins, I'll leave home and take off for somewhere across the universe, somewhere where nothing is real. I could live in a small town on Penny Lane, and down the road will be a farm with strawberry fields. Everyday the weather will be beautiful with tangerine skies, and I will walk the long and winding road free as a bird. I feel fine as I listen to rock and roll music. Everybody's trying to be my baby, and I have fun hanging out with all of the interesting people I meet. One day I meet a mysterious and handsome guy and he says "I've got to get you into my life!" I reply "You know my name--look up the number" I find real love with him and life goes on. It's only love (Yes it is!) and I feel fine.
But I'm only sleeping and this is only a dream by a fool on the hill.
(Goodbye
It's valentine's week! Why am I hiding my love away when love is all you need? But love won't pay my bills (and oh, there are plenty of those right now!). Help! I wonder how I manage to make ends meet. The taxman takes so much of my money, and I know that when I'm 64 there won't be any of the social security I've paid from my checks left to take care of me! And just yesterday all my troubles seemed so far away...but tomorrow never knows.
Maybe next Tuesday morning at five o'clock as the day begins, I'll leave home and take off for somewhere across the universe, somewhere where nothing is real. I could live in a small town on Penny Lane, and down the road will be a farm with strawberry fields. Everyday the weather will be beautiful with tangerine skies, and I will walk the long and winding road free as a bird. I feel fine as I listen to rock and roll music. Everybody's trying to be my baby, and I have fun hanging out with all of the interesting people I meet. One day I meet a mysterious and handsome guy and he says "I've got to get you into my life!" I reply "You know my name--look up the number" I find real love with him and life goes on. It's only love (Yes it is!) and I feel fine.
But I'm only sleeping and this is only a dream by a fool on the hill.
(Goodbye