Deep Purple

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Em
I was young and healthy
Extremely wealthy
I swung in the trees
And did as I pleased
    Am
I thought I was rich
Oh yeah

Em
Such sweet seduction
I could feel the suction
Greasing my palm
And doing no harm
Just making some deals
What a bitch

Chorus:
Dm     F        G Am G/B C
Money talks to me
Dm             Am G/B C
Whispers in my ear
Dm       F      G     Am
Gives me everything I want
G/B    C      Dm
Everything I want

I had rising stock
So I got more pockets
I knew somewhere to stick it
Where no-one would nick it
I kind of 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

chorus

C#m
Money goes to money
Yes it always returns
Finds its way back to the big house
                     F#m
Where it lives all alone
C#m
Wraithlike silent partners
Operators of the system
Give words of quiet assurance
                         F#m
To an otherwise healthy victim

G#
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

I was not 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

chorus (x2)