Текст песни Supremes, The -  Fancy Passes   
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(R. Miller/W. O`Malley/A. Vandenberg) 
 
Money isn`t everything 
As anyone who`s rich 
It can buy pain and misery 
Or grief 
 
Though money isn`t everything 
I have a pauper`s itch 
So though I crave a brave 
Yes 
I`ll take the chief! 
 
He bought me a cat 
Siamese, imagine that 
He keeps making 
Fancy passes at me 
All those fine and fancy passes 
 
Oh joy, now I`ve got 
Sixty feet of brand new yacht 
He keeps making 
Fancy passes at me 
All those fine and fancy passes 
 
He owns New York or Spain 
But I don`t know which 
He got fat in Uptown Manhattan 
Poor Cinderella`s got her a fella who`s rich 
Every penny, he`s worth a plenty 
 
He owns United Airlines 
That as well? 
He owns receding hairlines 
Oh, well! 
He`s not so hip 
Or smart as a whip 
But healthy, wise and wealthy 
 
He bought me a summer place 
Somewhere out in outer space 
He keeps making 
Fancy passes at me 
 
What a man you`ve got, Diane 
Did he buy you a mink? 
Mmmm..Passion pink 
And a Cadi too? 
Mmmm, Baby blue 
You`re speaking of? 
My baby love! 
Your Romeo? 
My Daddy Dough! 
I love him a lot 
How much has he got? 
 
He`s got a plot of ground 
He found over oil 
Oh, my how chic we are 
He bought New Jersey 
So he could call me his girl 
Oh, man, a feat we are! 
 
Chocolate excites my tummy 
Ooh 
He bought me a firm called Yummy 
So 
He`s one of those gents 
With good bizness cents 
And quarters, half`s and dollars 
 
Ding, dong, ain`t it swell 
They just delivered the liberty bell 
How sad all those Philadelphians will be 
 
I`ll get half of what he owns 
To keep up with Mrs. L. B. Jones 
And if he keeps making fancy passes 
I`ll start holding evening classes 
 
I`ll give him sugar and molasses 
And the life, I live 
I`ll live luxuriously 
From those late and evening classes 
That sugar and molasses 
Those fine and fancy passes at me 
Oooweee 
My honey 
Yeah!