Price of Love (Eurodisco Version)

He can buy me diamonds, take me anywhere Private jets and mansions, designer wear But his touch feels empty, cold as his gold Love can't be purchased, can't be bought or sold Money, money, money Tastes like honey But it's not funny, funny, funny Money, money, money Skies aren't sunny Give me love, not money Money, money, money Tastes like honey But it's not funny, funny, funny Money, money, money Skies aren't sunny Give me love, not money There's a boy who's broken, working every day Can't afford the finer things, but that's okay When he holds me close, I feel so rich inside Maybe poverty with love is where I should reside Money, money, money Tastes like honey But it's not funny, funny, funny Money, money, money Skies aren't sunny Give me love, not money Money, money, money Tastes like honey But it's not funny, funny, funny Money, money, money Skies aren't sunny Give me love, not money