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Lyrics ยฉ Free Vocals
I’ve swept so many floors,
And how many more,
Conversations ’bout the weather,
I cannot take, before I explode.
And then I’ll walk from table to table,
To take your shit,
This can’t be it.
I can’t eat your words,
Give me your money,
Your compliments won’t feed my hunger,
If you want a piece of this,
You’ve got to pay the bill.
Oh (Yeah) honey.
Give me your money,
Give me your money,
Give me your money.
