Song Lyrics

C’mon now
Greed is good
Yeah
Know what I’m saying?
Gimme now

Lover, I’m off the streets
I’m gonna go where bright lights, big city meet
With my red guitar, sometimes vanilla
Desire

She is a candle burning in my room
I’m like a needle, needle and spoon
Over the counter with a shotgun
Pretty soon yo, everybody got one

And the fever is getting higher
Desire
Desire
Guitar

And the fever when I’m beside her
Desire
Desire
Burning, I’m burning baby

Sit down

It’s alright

She is the dollars, she’s my protection
She is a promise in the year of election
Oh sister, I can’t let you go
Like a preacher stealing hearts at a traveling show

For love or money
More money
Give me your money, mo money, mo money
Money, more money, more money
And the fever getting higher
Desire
Desire
Desire
Desire

Woo