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. We still make money, money, money. We still make.