A million dollars, all up inside of your own head
The crowds are coming, ever since your father took his final breath
The dunes are dying but the scarecrows will keep on flying in a most remarable way today
The woman in red sang it, said everything that she might need to say
Money talks but the real sparks are right here
You’re on a blessing in disguise, a paraplegic demon in everyone else’s eyes
Fry that money, oh honey I want to steal your breath away

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