Money is the anthem, of success. So before we go out, what's your address?
Sometimes love is not enough and the road gets tough, I don't know why.
Blue hydrangea, cold cash divine, cashmere, cologne, and white sunshine.
My old man is a tough man but he's got a soul as sweet as blood red jam.
I'm sorry for freaking out every time I think I'm falling in love.
Who are you? Are you in touch with all of your darkest fantasies?
I know I'm not a saint, but I can get a little better.
There's no remedy for memory, your face is like a melody, it won't leave my head.
I was always an unusual girl, my mother told me I had a chameleon soul.
It's like catching lightning, the chances of finding someone like you.
Will you still love me when I'm no longer young and beautiful?