Names, secret names
But never in my favour
But when all is said and done
It's you I love
Cold loving prose
We stole each other's clothes
But when all is said and done
It's you I love
Yes, yes, yes, oh, yes
Oh no, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes
Oh, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes
Oh ...
Yes, yes ...
Fights for rights
Everyone's oh so quick with advice
And when they've all said their piece
It's still you I love
Now just like then
Then, then, then
Then, then, yes, yes
No, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes
Yes, yes, oh ...
Mmm ...Them that’s got shall get
Them that’s not shall lose
So the Bible says and it still is news
Mama may have, Papa may have
But God bless the child that’s got his own, that’s got his own
Yes the strong get smart
While the weak ones fail
Empty pockets don’t ever make the grade
Mama may have, Papa may have
But God bless the child that’s got his own, that’s got his own
Money, you’ve got lots of friends
They’re crowding around your door
But when you’re gone and spending ends
They don’t come no more
Rich relations give crusts of bread and such
You can help yourself, but don’t take too much
Mama may have, Papa may have
But God bless the child that’s got his own, that’s got his own
Money you’ve got lots of friends
They’re crowding around your door
But when you’re gone and spending ends
They don’t come no more
Rich relations give crusts of bread and such
You can help yourself, but don’t take too much
Mama may have, Papa may have
But God bless the child that’s got his own, that’s got his own
Here just don’t worry about nothing cause he’s got his own<