| It's super cheesy to post lyrics on any forum, particularly Beatles lyrics, so scroll past if you're not into it. Whenever I'm in this mood, the Beatles tune You Never Give Me Your Money drifts through my mind. It reminds me of the times I've owned enough to carry. In the right circumstances it's liberating. And yes, they had limousines, but it still works for me :) Out of college, money spent See no future, pay no rent All the money's gone, nowhere to go Any jobber got the sack Monday, morning turning back Yellow lorry slow, nowhere to go But oh, that magic-feeling, nowhere to go Oh, that magic-feeling, nowhere to go One sweet dream Pick-up the bags and get in the limousine Soon we'll be away from here Step on the gas and wipe that tear away One sweet dream came true today (Edit: formatting.) |