Buy you a bottle of that cologne
The expensive kind
That smells the way I imagine Patrick Dempsey smells like
Buy you a bottle of that sweet champagne
Pour you a sparkling river, an electric lake
That... tastes the way you taste
Right before you wake
Oh I know that I can't buy my way to happiness
I know there's nothing in this envelope but paper checks
I know that money's not the answer but
If I can spoil you with money then
I'm out to turn you rotten, love
I'll buy you suits made out of velvet red
And we'll have velvet floors and velvet beds
I'll buy oak cabinets with stained glass doors
And we'll leave red velvet cakes in every drawer
And you can scrape
The frosting off with a silver spoon
I'll buy you silver linings and silver moons
And if you don't like the nighttime gloom
I'll buy you sugar, and cream, and a better mood
Oh I know that I can't buy my way to happiness
I know there's nothing in this envelope but paper checks
I know that money's not the answer but
If I can spoil you with money then
I'm out to turn you rotten, love
Rotten love
If I can spoil you with money then
I'm out to turn you rotten, love
