You, you make me feel small Because you are small You puff your whole chest up To make you seem taller I'm not buying it (It's not cause I'm cheap) I'll burn the store down I'm not buying it I am renouncing The monetary system
When I think about you I get quite upset I'm twenty seven years old And you still think I am ten I know you'll never understand Why I won't put on that dress Oh, you should count yourself lucky That I am so well read If I had one dollar Every time that you opened your mouth And something impossibly awful came out Well you'd be very happy Cause then I would be rich But you'll have to say sorry If you want any of it Because
Money, m-money It's all about the money, baby Haven't you heard? It's all about the money
You, you make me feel small Because you are small You puff your whole chest up To make you seem taller I'm not buying it (It's not cause I'm cheap) I'll burn the store down I'm not buying it I am renouncing The monetary system
