Bodies

Sometimes style just blurs the line
Between what’s real and what’s divine
This is how I think of you
Suspended in between the two
Girl you’ve got me all wrong
It’s not about the money
Girl you’ve got me all wrong
It’s not about our bodies
Girl you’ve got me all wrong
It’s not about the money
Girl you’ve go me all wrong
Sometimes everything you know
Seems so clear so loud like a radio show
I’m always listening
I’m always caught up in it
Girl you’ve got me all wrong
It’s not about the money
Girl you’ve got me all wrong
It’s not about our bodies
Girl you’ve got me all wrong
It’s not about the money
Girl you’ve go me all wrong
Hey, hey money, money, money, money
We still make money, money, money
We still make money, money, money
We still make