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Made Of Money

I have a bed made of money
Where's the warmth?
Where's my honey?
Pay for a mattress
Not for sleep
I lay here awake
Not sleeping a wink
Pillows fluffed
Sheets stitched with gold
But when It's time to rest my head
All I can feel is cold.
The bed is too big
Can fit more than one
It's such a shame I'm the only to come
What good does it do that I'm all alone
In a bed made of money and no one home?



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