Going to the Bank Songtext
von Commodores
Going to the Bank Songtext
She knows I want her
She knows I need her
She knows she got my love
But I′m apprehensive
She's so expensive
Girl, just can′t get enough
I'm the one who does nine to five
Hustling for my bread
While she's deciding what dress to buy
Laying around in my head
Going to the bank
She got me going to the bank
She keeps me running to the bank
She got me, got me
Drives my Mercedes
Lunch with the ladies
She loves the finer things
What have I created?
Now I′m afraid to see what tomorrow brings
She don′t know what it does to me
Trying to keep her in line
If love is iust a big charge account
Why'd it have to be mine?
Going to the bank
She got me going to the bank
She keeps me running to the bank
She got me, got me
Hello
Oh, hi
Can I help you today?
Yeah
I′d like to make another withdrawal
(Again?) Yeah, again (mm)
Well, as you know by now
There is a substantial penalty for early withdrawal
She knows I love her
Knows how I need her
She knows I really care
But I can't afford her
I should′ve taught her I ain't no billionaire
Gotta get her to understand soon the well′ll be dry
If she don't love the simple things
Maybe I'm the wrong guy
Going to the bank
She got me going to the bank
She keeps me running to the bank
She got me, got me
She thinks she saves me money buying everything on sale
But she believes in quantity
Now, I′m afraid to open my mail
Going to the bank
She got me going to the bank
Now the girl′s gotta look good for me
But this is going too far
'Cause she won′t feel so beautiful when they repossess my car
Going to the B-A-N-K
She got me going to the bank
Going to the bank
She got me going to the bank
Going to the bank, going to the bank
She keeps me running to the bank
She got me, got me
Going to the B-A-N-K
B-A-N-K
B-A-N-K
B-A-N-K
She knows I need her
She knows she got my love
But I′m apprehensive
She's so expensive
Girl, just can′t get enough
I'm the one who does nine to five
Hustling for my bread
While she's deciding what dress to buy
Laying around in my head
Going to the bank
She got me going to the bank
She keeps me running to the bank
She got me, got me
Drives my Mercedes
Lunch with the ladies
She loves the finer things
What have I created?
Now I′m afraid to see what tomorrow brings
She don′t know what it does to me
Trying to keep her in line
If love is iust a big charge account
Why'd it have to be mine?
Going to the bank
She got me going to the bank
She keeps me running to the bank
She got me, got me
Hello
Oh, hi
Can I help you today?
Yeah
I′d like to make another withdrawal
(Again?) Yeah, again (mm)
Well, as you know by now
There is a substantial penalty for early withdrawal
She knows I love her
Knows how I need her
She knows I really care
But I can't afford her
I should′ve taught her I ain't no billionaire
Gotta get her to understand soon the well′ll be dry
If she don't love the simple things
Maybe I'm the wrong guy
Going to the bank
She got me going to the bank
She keeps me running to the bank
She got me, got me
She thinks she saves me money buying everything on sale
But she believes in quantity
Now, I′m afraid to open my mail
Going to the bank
She got me going to the bank
Now the girl′s gotta look good for me
But this is going too far
'Cause she won′t feel so beautiful when they repossess my car
Going to the B-A-N-K
She got me going to the bank
Going to the bank
She got me going to the bank
Going to the bank, going to the bank
She keeps me running to the bank
She got me, got me
Going to the B-A-N-K
B-A-N-K
B-A-N-K
B-A-N-K
Writer(s): Dennis Lambert, Francine Vicki Golde, Andrew G. Goldmark Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com