| Don’t marry them for love, my dear
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| They’re all just rotten swine
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| And if they know you love 'em
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| Then they will rob you blind
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| But if their bank account is fat
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| And they’re all fairly kind
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| Then that’s a man, Polly dear
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| To marry every time
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| The marrying kind, the marrying kind
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| Don’t marry them for lust, my dear
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| Their lust will soon dim
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| And then there’s no money, dear
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| There’s nothing left to win
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| But if their bank account is fat
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| And they’re all fairly kind
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| Then that’s a man, Polly dear
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| To marry every time
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| The marrying kind, the marrying kind
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| Just marry for them for money, dear
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| It makes the world go round
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| And if their conversation’s dull
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| Don’t let it get you down
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| If their bank account is fat
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| Let your… fingers wrap around
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| Money, money, money, money
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| It makes the world go round;
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| Money, money, money, money
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| Money, money, money, money
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| Makes the world go round;
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| Money, money, money, money
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| Money, money, money, money
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| Makes the world go round;
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| Money, money, money, money
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| Money, money, money, money
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| Makes the world go round;
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| Yes, money, money, money, money
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| Money, money, money, money
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| Makes the world go round
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| The marrying kind, the marrying kind … |