Lletres: Deep Purple. Rapture of the Deep. Money Talks.

I was young and healthy, extremely wealthy
I swung in the trees and did as I pleased
I thought I was rich, oh yeah

Such sweet seduction, I could feel the suction
Greasing my palm and doing no harm
Just making some deals, what a bitch

Money talks to me yeah, whispers in my ear
Gives me everything I want, everything I want

I had rising stock so I got more pockets
I knew where to stick it where no one could nick it
I kinda went private and then, aha

Such sweet seclusion, no more intrusion
Too much food on my plate but there's guards at the gate
Such joy I could almost die of it, yeah

Money talks to me, oh yeah, lays it on the line
Oh, gives me everything I want, everything I want

Money goes to money, yes it always returns
Finds its way back to the big house where it lives all alone
Wraithlike silent partners, operators of the system
Give words of quiet assurance to an otherwise healthy victim

Oh, it's all coming back to me
I would swing in the trees and I'd swim in the ocean
I used to show some emotion

Wasn't to blame, I feel no shame
The structure was shaking, was there for the taking
I had the resources, but then, oh no

Someone outbid me, I can't take it with me?
Then I will devour it, I can't go without it
It's simply a question of market forces

Money talks to me, it whispers in my ear
Gives me everything I want, oh yeah

Money talks to me, laughs right in my face
Gives me everything I want, everything I want

I, I want