Not sure this is 'bout MONEY 'zackly, but...


I WANT MY MONEY BACK
(Saffire)

1. When we first met, you were such a prize.
I tried on your loving; it was just my size,
And when we hugged, it was a perfect fit,
Like a static cling on a nylon knit.
You were custom made, not off the rack.
Now somethin's shrunk and I want my money back.

2. You had delicate kisses and a permanent press.
We rolled and we tumbled and we never got dressed,
But then the Tide went out, the dirt was left behind,
And I started losin' one sock at a time.
You guaranteed no shrinkin', no runnin', but in fact,
Your stuff is faded and I want my money back.

CHORUS: I want my money back; I want my money back.
Your love is shrunken, baby; that's a fact.
I want my money back; I want my money back.
Your love has faded; better clean up your act.
Your discount lovin' was straight off the rack.
I want, I want, I want, I want my money back.

BRIDGE: You got me in hot water and hung me out to dry.
You took me to the cleaners; you rinsed me in the fire.
Your fast spinning action and wrinkle-free lies
Left a bleached-out lovin' that's no longer my size.

3. When I love again, I'll examine the label:
One hundred percent pure, natural, and able
To start my cycle, yes, gentle and warm,
Or separate by hand to make it last real long.
Quality can't be found on an off-the-wall mod rack.
Exchange this discount lovin' and get my money back.

BREAK, BRIDGE, CHORUS, last line :
I want my, I want my, I want my, my money back!