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Money Honey is Evil


I used to save my money

I desired everything they had

Gucci, Prada, Chanel, even H & M

One day you'd see me sporting the newest

A week later they'd be baggy

I used to save my money

To be like everyone else

Deep down I wanted to be like you

Like bread on money

I read that one day

It hit me hard

Why don't my clothes fit anymore

Bread like money, butter like gold

Have you ever been to a thrift store?

 

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