Feels like I work for the money
But the money doesn’t work for me
Feels like I need a little change of pace
Don’t you agree?
I live on limited dime
But my favourite things are free
Feels like I work for the money
But the money doesn’t work for me
Breathe, eat, cry, sleep, love, f**k, die repeat (x2)
I’ve been where you are
So close but so far
No gas in the tank of my broken down car
As I stare at the stars on Hollywood boulevard
Will the next cheque heal my broken heart?
Feels like I work for the money
But the money doesn’t work for me
Feels like I need a little change of pace
Don’t you agree?
I live on limited dime
But my favourite things are free
Feels like I work for the money
But the money doesn’t work for me
I’m pressurized
I’ve got diamonds in my eyes
I’ve got silver in my soul
And a heart made of gold
What’s the point of taking pictures with people you don’t know
When your friend’s right there saying
Hey, I got this love
That’s what it’s about
Forget about the money
I don’t care about the clout
And when I turn the radio on
I’m overwhelmed by the dreams they’re selling me now
Feels like I work for the money
But the money doesn’t work for me
Feels like I need a little change of pace
Don’t you agree?
I live on limited dime
But my favourite things are free
Feels like I work for the money
But the money doesn’t work for me
