Yeah, alright Hey, little girl is your heart made of steel? You know how to suck dick but you don't know how to feel You've got pearls from your head to your heels But the sparks in your eyes, they look so unreal Oh, no, no, no You can't trade your money for soul No, no, no You can't trade your money for soul Hey mister phoney suit and tie With your high fashion looks and your plastic smile Did you think you could run and hide? Then pay me back some other time Oh, no, no, no You can't trade your money for soul No, no, no You can't trade your money for soul No Hey, little girl is your heart made of stone? I know your daddy paid for every little thing you own You would die for all your silver and gold While your love for me is so hard and cold Oh, no, no, no You can't trade your money for soul No, no, no You can't trade your money for soul I'm talking 'bout soul I'm talking 'bout soul