Adam ant/marco pirroni



I cannot speak of what i feel

And yet i feel so much

I know that woman's arms can heal me

Like an angel's touch



She says she likes the accent

She thinks it's so polite

I think she going to like it more

When we're alone tonight



She cannot speak of what she feels

And yet she feels so much

Except her lover's arms can heal her

Like an angel's touch



Money's money my little honey

A rich man's jokes are always funny

Build them walls but i'm coming through

Don't trouble trouble till it troubles you

Money's money my little honey

A rich man's jokes are always funny

Ring came off in heights of passion

Wear it now, and that's not fashion



You open up your heart heart behold

Another door slams shut

And tongues are not of steel

But take a look how deep they cut