MONEY HUNGRY YOUNG THING

Sittin’ at the bar, she is a pretty young sight, bright red dress, so short and tight, curly blonde hair that you need to feel, but something tells me she ain’t for real, I think she’s a Money Hungry Young Thing, just a Money Hungry Young Thing, well there ain’t nothing wrong with that, but you know that she’ll leave you flat, she’s just a Money Hungry Young Thing, and that’s that.                  

You pull up a chair, she gives you a smile, you order a scotch and after a while, you’re talking and laughin’ and buyin’ more drinks, but you still ain’t quite sure what she thinks, coz she’s a Money Hungry Young Thing, just a Money Hungry Young Thing, well there ain’t nothing wrong with that, but you know that she’ll leave you flat, she’s just a Money Hungry Young Thing, and that’s that. 

Just when you think that things are going fine, you paid for her oysters, 
you paid for her wine, your Credit Card’s smokin’ from too much abuse, but something tells you there ain’t no use, coz she’s a Money Hungry Young Thing, just a Money Hungry Young Thing, well there ain’t nothing wrong with that, but you know that she’ll leave you flat, she’s just a Money Hungry Young Thing, and that’s that  

so don’t order too much dessert, coz you’re the one that’s sure 
to be hurt, she’s just a Money Hungry Young Thing, and that’s that.