Songtexte Money In The Bank - John Anderson

It's Friday night, baby
Get ready, set, go
Gonna take you to the crystal
And a picture show

Well, the sky's the limit
There's no price too high
Baby, you're the apple of my eye

Got my paycheck in my pocket
And some gas in the tank
Honey, your love's better
Than the money in the bank yea-yeah, yea

I wish I had a bass boat
And a Z-28
But I guess that stuff'll have to wait
'Cause I'm saving on a washer
And a wedding ring

I want this love
To be a lasting thing
Right at the top
That's well, where you rank

Honey, your love's better
Than the money in the bank, yea-yeah, yea

Oh, oh, you make me feel
Like a million bucks
Oh, oh, I oughta drive you around
In an armoured truck

Late last night
I had a crazy dream
I met a man who invented a money machine

He said I know things are tight
And times are tough
But he'd give me the machine
If I'd give you up
I just looked him in the eye
And I said no thanks

Honey, your love's better
Than the money in the bank yea-yeah, yea

Honey, your love's better
Than the money in the bank yea-yeah, yea