your lips taste just like money

Take your skin off it might fit me now
Love is dead and you’re so pretty baby

You still need my hands to feel
You still need my heart to bleed
‘Cause your lips taste just like money

You still need my lungs to breathe
You still need my eyes to see
‘Cause your lips taste just like money

Just like money…
Just like money…
Just like money…
Just like money…