I'm tired of running around
Trying to get famous, I should know who I am by now
Sitting in the way back
With my head inside of a paper bag
I'm broke and I need to pay the bills
I gotta make a living, but I don't have the will to live anymore
All I think about is sex and money
I don't care how I get there, I just want to be somebody
All I think about is sex and money
I don't care how you get here, I just want to be with you, honey
My mind is your obstacle course
Part the beaded curtains and I see you riding on a horse
Like a faded old paperback
I like to crack you open when I'm feeling sad, oh
Why does it have to be this way
I wanna pull you in, but I know you can’t stay
It's been just about 30 days, maybe you'll show up in LA
'Cause all I think about is sex and money
I don't care how I get there, I just want to be somebody
All I think about is sex and money
I don't care how you get here, I just want to be with you, honey
I know I'm not saving the world
But I gotta live in it, so I might as well splurge
On two thousand cotton t-shirts
With my face on the front
All I think about is sex and money
I don't care how I get there, I just want to be somebody
All I think about is sex and money
I don't care how I get there, I just want to be somebody
All I think about is sex and money
I don’t care how you get here
I just want to be with you, honey
Just want to be with you, honey
Just want to be with you, honey
I just want to be with you, honey
I just want to be with you, honey
