The Beaches - Money Lyrics
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Money
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What Are The Lyrics For Money By The Beaches?
I like it when we're going out
I don't care if there's nothing on We do what we want when we're out We do what we want, yeah we're out I don't really want it to stop, I just got on it I never knew, I never knew It's not like how I planned it, I don't know how you stand it You do, what you do I need to make some money, need to make money Woo woo, make money I need to make some money, need to make money Woo woo, make money There's a false alarm going off Chinatown's not far, take a walk We're alive we're alive, and alone and alone We're alive we're alive, and alone and alone I don't really want it to stop, I just got on it I never knew, I never knew It's not like how I planned it, I don't know how you stand it You do what you do I need to make some money, need to make money Woo woo make money I need to make some money, need to make money Woo woo We're going out again We're going out again I don't really want it to stop, I just got on it I never knew, I never knew It's not like how I planned it, I don't know how you stand it You do what you do I need to make some money, need to make money Woo woo make money I need to make some money, need to make money Woo woo make money |
Who Wrote Money By The Beaches?
Eliza Enman Mcdaniel, Garret Noel Lee, Jordan Miller, Kylie A Miller, Leandra T Earl
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What's The Duration Of The Money By The Beaches?The duration of Money is 3:15 minutes and seconds. |
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