Because adultery is a sin unlike any other, I offer the following to Mr. John Edwards:
Baby, take off your coat...(real slow)
Baby, take off your shoes...(here, Ill take your shoes)
Baby, take off your dress
Yes, yes, yes
You can leave your hat on
You can leave your hat on
You can leave your hat on
Go on over there and turn on the light...no, all the lights
Now come back here and stand on this chair...thats right
Raise your arms up in to the air...shake em
You give me a reason to live
You give me a reason to live
You give me a reason to live
Suspicious minds are talking
Trying to tear us apart
They say that my love is wrong
They dont know what love is
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I don't love the mountains
And I don't love the sea
And I don't love Jesus
He never done a thing for me
I ain't pretty like my sister
Or smart like my dad
Or good like my mama
It's Money That I Love
It's Money That I Love
They say that's money
Can't buy love in this world
But it'll get you a half-pound of cocaine
And a sixteen-year old girl
And a great big long limousine
On a hot September night
Now that may not be love
But it is all right
One, two
It's Money That I Love
Wanna kiss you
Three, four
It's Money That I Love
Used to worry about the poor
But I don't worry anymore
Used to worry about the black man
Now I don't worry about the black man
Used to worry about the starving children of India
You know what I say about the starving children of India ?
I say, "Oh mama"
It's Money That I Love
It's Money That I Love
It's Money That I Love
They dont know what love is
They dont know what love is
They dont know what love is
I know what love is
(lyrics by Randy Newman)
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