He buys her things, she calls him honey, she calls me poor boy
 What good does it do to give her love good & true?
 When any fool would understand
 She thinks money makes a man

 She wants a man with lots of money, & I'm a poor boy
 She wants the things you buy with money & not a poor boy
 (title x3)

 Just down the street, I know a place
 When they're asleep, I'll cover my face
 I'll break the lock, open the door
 I'll slip inside, I'll rob the store

 Then I'll be a man with lots of money & not a poor boy
 I'll buy her things, she'll call me honey & not a poor boy
 (title x5