Big Spender (From "Sweet Charity") - Joan Baxter, Nick Ingman & His Orchestra & The Mike Sammes Singers

The minute you walked in the joint I could see you were a man of distinction Real deep pockets Good looking and so fine Wouldn't you like to know what's going on in my mind? So, let me get right to the point I don't pop my cork for every guy I see Hey, big spender, spend A little time with me C'mon Would you like have fun, fun, fun? How's about a few laughs, laughs, laughs? I can show you a, good time Show you a, good time The minute you walked in this joint I could see you were a man of distinction Real deep pockets Good looking, so refined Wouldn't you like to know what's going on in my mind? So, let me get right to the point I don't pop my cork for every guy I see Hey, big spender Hey, big spender Hey, big spender, spend A little time with me I wanna laugh with ya, baby I wanna laugh Laugh with me, baby, da-da-da-da, oh-oh Hey, big spender! Spend, a little time with me C'mon, I won't bite ya baby Ay-yai-yai-yai-yai, let's go to you Spend, some ti-i-ime Ooh, spend a little time with me Yeah-yeah

The minute you walked in the joint I could see you were a man of distinction A real big spender Good lookin', so refined Say, wouldn't you like to know what's goin' on in my mind? So let me get right to the point I don't pop my cork for every guy I see Hey, big spender Spend a little time with me Wouldn't you like to have fun, fun, fun? How's about a few laughs, laughs I can show you a good time Let me show you a good time The minute you walked in the joint I could see you were a man of distinction A real big spender Good lookin', so refined Say, wouldn't you like to know what's goin' on in my mind? So let me get right to the point I don't pop my cork for every guy I see Hey big spender Hey big spender Hey big spender Spend a little time with me

Big baller, boujee shot caller No fuck boys allowed in my aura Mister wanna miss ya but not for his dollar If you're tyna flex, don't bother, 'cause I'ma Big spender, bling on my agenda Last time I paid? I just can't remember I don't have the time to play with pretenders You might have your own but I'm a big spender I'm out in Hollywood, living like I should I cut a boujee Prada but my mama taught me good If she ain't taught me something, flossing don't mean nothing Well 'cause on the inside Well, fuck that, all the smiles come from dollars in your wallet Bet I can make you smile without a dollar in your pocket And a little bit of talk, and a little bit of walk, put that right there and call it I oughta let you know Think you should leave with me, yeah Don't give a fuck about your currency Don't need a baller or a Hercules 'Cause blowing trees is all I need I don't want a big baller, boujee shot caller No fuck boys allowed in my aura Mister wanna miss ya but not for his dollar If you're tyna flex, don't bother, 'cause I'ma Big spender, bling on my agenda Last time I paid? I just can't remember I don't have the time to play with pretenders You might have your own but I'm a big spender Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah I can't think of nothing else but loving you You got me doing things I never really do Tell me where you wanna go, I'm thinking Paris I'ma give you something you gon' wanna cherish And I ain't perfect, I know I've hurt you But let's reverse it, it never was on purpose You got right to my heart and it took a lot of work 'Cause know that I've been searching, baby Big baller, boujee shot caller No fuck boys allowed in my aura Mister wanna miss ya but not for his dollar If you're tyna flex, don't bother, 'cause I'ma Big spender, bling on my agenda Last time I paid? I just can't remember I don't have the time to play with pretenders You might have your own but I'm a big spender Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh Yeah, oh, a big spender, baby Haha, that's right, big, big, big spender Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh Big baller, boujee shot caller No fuck boys allowed in my aura Mister wanna miss ya but not for his dollar If you're tyna flex, don't bother, 'cause I'ma Big spender, lit on my agenda Last time I paid? I just can't remember I don't have the time to play with pretenders You might have your own but I'm a big spender Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh Oh, baby, I'm a big spender, Yeah, yeah, no, no, you don't own me, baby

He deals the cards as a meditation And those he plays never suspect He doesn't play for the money he wins He don't play for respect He deals the cards to find the answer The sacred geometry of chance The hidden law of a probable outcome The hidden laws of a probable outcome The numbers lead a dance I know that the spades are the swords of a soldier I know that the clubs are weapons of war I know that diamonds mean money for this art But that's not the shape of my heart He may play the Jack of diamonds He may lay the Queen of spades He may conceal a King in his hand While the memory of it fades I know that the spades are the swords of a soldier I know that the clubs are weapons of war I know that diamonds mean money for this art But that's not the shape of my heart That's not the shape, the shape of my heart And if I told you that I loved you You'd maybe think there's something wrong I'm not a man of too many faces The mask I wear is one But those who speak know nothing And find out to their cost Like those who curse their luck in too many places And those who fear a loss I know that the spades are the swords of a soldier I know that the clubs are weapons of war I know that diamonds mean money for this art But that's not the shape of my heart That's not the shape of my heart That's not the shape, the shape of my heart