Interlude: Getting Money Getting Paper

And while you’re out there getting money, getting paper I’m kinda wondering if you are thinking of me And if you’re thinking of me, bet your groupies hate me Bet they wonder where the last place was you kissed me I used to get a phone call every time you missed me But you’re off chasing dreams, I’m holding down our one dream Of you and I together laying in a sunbeam Of you and I co-signing papers on a beach house Of walk-in-closets, matching robes, matching Mercedes Of growing old together, having several babies Yeah But you’re still out there getting money getting paper...