Текст песни Sons Of The Desert - Blue Money
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(Greg Barnhill/Jim Daddario)Julie was a girl of modest meansUsed to a high school beauty queen Wound up on the wrong end of a dreamAnd said never againStarted livin` life for the bottom lineMarried her a man well past his primeForty million dollars and not much time nowShe`s payin` for the perfect crime onBlue, blue moneyWhen the devil gets your soulAll that`s left is a heartache made of goldHe bought her a house in the Hollywood hillsThere were parties and the room was filled with Stars fallin` from the usual thrillsIt was fun for awhileBut there`s a prison in paradiseThey never tell you when they throw the riceThat pretty mirrors don`t look so niceWhen you`re standing on the desperate side ofBlue, blue moneyWhen the devil gets your soulAll that`s left is a heartache made of goldIt`s a Saturday night againThe same faces come tricklin` in She`s got a lover but he ain`t no friendHe`s just someone to holdShe feels alone and she steps outsideStares out at the valley lightsPours a drink and she starts to cryShe`s got it all and she can`t get by on Blue, blue moneyWhen the devil gets your soulAll that`s left is a heartache made of gold