You've got some money, child, and I've got mine,
don't say yours is heavy if you ain't tried mine,
Shake out your silver, cut out your crime,
I’ll sell you celebration if you’ll buy my time
Don’t tell me ‘bout your troubles, baby, I’ve got mine.
All I want to talk about is lovin’ you blind.
 
Don’t tell me that it’s easy when I’m dying so slow
Go tell it to your doctor it’s what you pay him for
If he’s an old one he’ll be rollin ’round on the floor
It ain’t that I don’t hear, I just don’t listen no more
You can go ahead and shoot yourself, I don’t mind
All I want to talk about is lovin’ you blind
 
Can't you just go out and see the stars at night
Without askin someone lucky how to see them right
Mail order mystics never had it so good.
You go ahead and listen, like I knew you would.
Then it’s hours of conversation all about my sign,
And all I want to talk about is lovin’ you blind.

You've got money, child, and I've got mine,
don't say yours is heavy if you ain't tried mine
Mail order mystics never had it so good.
You go ahead and listen, like I knew you would.
Then it’s hours of conversation all about my time,
And all I want to talk about is lovin’ you blind.
Don’t tell me ‘bout your troubles, child, I’ve got mine.
All I want to talk about is lovin’ you blind.