The smell of money

Like flies and honey

Appeals to something

More immediate than mere foreplay

And now if you're hungry

This one is on your mind

The aroma takes my will away

Who does this young man think he is?

Who needs this turgid love he gives?

For though he strives to please me

He can't hit the spot like fifty G's can

How can I help but notice

The smell of money

It makes me runny

I want a man whose been endowed

And is preparing to pay

And if you're tipsy

It even smells like love

The aroma takes my will away

It takes my will away

The aroma takes my will away!