Vanity

Adam Ant&Marco Pirroni I cannot speak of what I feel And yet I feel so much I know that woman`s arms can heal me Like an angel`s touch She says she likes the accent She thinks it`s so polite I think she going to like it more When we`re alone tonight She cannot speak of what she feels And yet she feels so much Except her lover`s arms can heal her Like an angel`s touch Money`s money my little honey A rich man`s jokes are always funny Build them walls but I`m coming through Don`t trouble trouble till it troubles you Money`s money my little honey A rich man`s jokes are always funny Ring came off in heights of passion Wear it now, and that`s not fashion You open up your heart heart behold Another door slams shut And tongues are not of steel But take a look how deep they cut