Would you get me started?
Come on, everybody, let's have a party
I've been having some dreams
I've wasted all my money, and I'm ripped at the seams
Rain whispers softly
On the pavement of the world that's built on money
Say you're not one of them
Whose soul is up for sale
I've got the gun to answer your prayers

Bring your snow, darling, come on over
Shut the door and keep the damn outside colder
'Cause everybody knows that money makes the wind blow
So hold me and tell me it was worth your money
Then step up on the stage, claim your glory
Telling all the kids about your lifelong story
Everyone will know that money made the wind blow
So hold me and tell me it was all worth your time

Nine lives, you're a lucky pussy
Scratching three guys, such a good looking hussy
Come to the junction when it's done
You're too tight to be a hooker
But, too loose to be in love
Drinking coffee in the closet
With a long-legged Libra, he's a big drink from the faucet
I lost some face on your stairs
But, if your soul is up for sale
I've got the gun of your prayers

Bring your snow, darling, come on over
Shut the door and keep the damn outside colder
'Cause everybody knows that money made the wind blow
So hold me and tell me it was worth your money
Then step up on the stage, claim your glory
Telling all the kids about your lifelong story
Everyone will know that money made the wind blow
So hold me and tell me it was all worth your time