.Everytime I get my hands
On a little bit of dough,
I spend it with the swet taste of one well bred,
Silver spoon in my mouth
Twenty bucks in my back pocket,
Shimmering thin and tame
Until the morning came....
Chorus:
Won't you be my breadbox, honey,
Won't you.
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