What makes you such a good friend?
If itís one thing I know youíll be beside me till that dreaded day I die, all the way to the end.
Anything thatís wrong any problems you in me mend.
Green paper would do so well alone plenty of people who care to lend a hand and attend.
Itís like I never really get to know you in and out of my pocket new sheets come and pay to go.
Too many things I want and it has nothing to do with responsible paying working a nice flow.
More green paper needs to stay not everyone has to know.
A mood erupts within me and green paper makes buying way better.
Happy to see you paycheck Iíll even send momma home a letter.
Refuse my clean money never would I let her.
Oh how much I love her.
I think Iíll go cheat and buy some sweets to further brighten me.
Bills put you on somewhat of a hold a ridiculous fee.
But I tell you before I had a feeling so free.
It was plenty of greedy green paper freeing you all and me.
Away from what I need and more for whatís wanted.
The old memories before procrastination remain in this one man haunted.
A better way to care for you green paper has to be founded.
Thatís the only way Iíll stay again grounded.