Tons Of Ink

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Only rich men can buy Things that poor men can make You've got nothing And they've got plenty Like a tree falling down Hits a grape on the ground They will crush the poor man's head (In books) You can sit beside everyone In deckchairs travel an ocean (In books) You're a queen for the afternoon Till the husband steps inside Tons of ink Make millions think Tons of ink Make you think Tons of ink Make millions think Tons of ink Make you think Is it you, love, is this true love Is it you I'm thinking of, love Is it your lip, it's a tulip Is it you I'm thinking of Tons of ink Make millions think Tons of ink Make you think Tons of ink Make millions think Tons of ink Make you think Only poor men can read All the papers they need In the dustbins of the town Tons of ink Make millions think Tons of ink Make you think Tons of ink Make millions think Tons of ink Make you think