you don't have to gawk, alright? i'm a man who's bland, i know
you don't have to trick my charm - just point me where you wanna go

maybe to my mansion, maybe to my shack
maybe to a party where there's necking in the back
i've been hurting all my life - man, abort my pain
here's me wallet, right, just let me finally get a date

i got the easy, easy money
easy money, trag'dy turned lucky
oh, i would have died...
i got the easy, easy money
easy money, take these dollar signs
takey my plight

you don't have to try too hard, i don't need your schlong in hand
i don't need to masturbate men...if you are in shape, i'll ask

shame me, i'm unstable - shame me and my life
some say i'm a blunder, no one's very nice
men i'm counting on, though dylan's not about gay sin
talking's more aroousing, i just wanna make a friend

i got the easy, easy money
easy money, i want a good life
oh, i'm just so sad
i got the easy, easy money
oh, i want a good guy...
guys make me glad

easy money, i'm "gay" to fool myself
the easy way for feeling included since my wealth
has not me job-seeking, oui, though my system's ready to turn
easy money, i got a one-track mind
and a trashed reputation, laying all the time
i neither come back with love nor a king, maybe i'm a 'ho

you don't have to gawk, alright? i'm a man who's bland, i know
if you wanna call your visit "business," well, point me where you wanna go

maybe to the bout of gladiators? neat.
maybe out for dinner on a boat of royalty
wasn't my "horray" bought? one man's out to take?
once i had a fortune, now there's egg upon my face

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