You think you can buy you love
Just like some booze
Girls with long legs and big [bad word] Don’t seem to choose
No feelings no emotions
That’s all for show
Decaying in the sweet [bad word] Going down below

I got no power over you punk
Can’t make you stop acting like that
It is not gonna last forever
Maybe your daughter will be next

So you say
That money is your credo
They will not
Make you a superhero

Attracted by his fast cars
Diamonds, credit cards
You feel so independent
Higher than the stars
But later when he gets bored
She’s begging on her knees
Now you got nothing to own
Regretting wasted years

You should have thought right in advance, babe
That  you are nothing on your own
Think of your future be a person
If you discord so prove me wrong

So you say
That money is your credo
They will not
Make you a superhero

So you say
That money is your credo
They will not
Make you a superhero