Текст песни Blue Money - Sons of the Desert
Julie
was
a
girl
of
modest
means
Used
to
be
a
high
school
beauty
queen
Wound
up
on
the
wrong
end
of
a
dream
And
said
never
again
Started
livin'
life
for
the
bottom
line
Married
her
a
man
well
past
his
prime
Forty
million
dollars
and
not
much
time
now
She's
payin'
for
the
perfect
crime
on
Blue,
blue
money
Though
it
spends
the
same
It'll
buy
you
everything
but
love
Blue,
blue
money
When
the
devil
gets
your
soul
All
that's
left
is
a
heartache
made
of
gold
He
bought
her
a
house
in
the
Hollywood
hills
There
were
parties
and
the
room
was
filled
with
Stars
fallin'
from
the
usual
thrills
It
was
fun
for
awhile
But
there's
a
prison
in
paradise
They
never
tell
you
when
they
throw
the
rice
That
pretty
mirrors
don't
look
so
nice
When
you're
standing
on
the
desperate
side
of
Blue,
blue
money
Though
it
spends
the
same
It'll
buy
you
everything
but
love
Blue,
blue
money
When
the
devil
gets
your
soul
All
that's
left
is
a
heartache
made
of
gold
It's
a
Saturday
night
again
The
same
faces
come
tricklin'
in
She's
got
a
lover
but
he
ain't
no
friend
He's
just
someone
to
hold
She
feels
alone
and
she
steps
outside
Stares
out
at
the
valley
lights
Pours
a
drink
and
she
starts
to
cry
She's
got
it
all
and
she
can't
get
by
on
Blue,
blue
money
Though
it
spends
the
same
It'll
buy
you
everything
but
love
Blue,
blue
money
When
the
devil
gets
your
soul
All
that's
left
is
a
heartache
made
of
gold
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