She loves him for his money, oh yes she does.
She's getting by on a shoe string,
You know she can't afford,
No milk''honey, twice a day,
She's run clean out of excuses,
But knows just what to say.
Oh la, you're a sign of the times,
Oh la, you're a sign of the times.
Why don't you give some love for,
Give some love for,
Give some love for free.
He loves her for her funny little ways,
Until the bottom falls out,
That will always be the case,
Then maybe someday, you'll never know,
They'll come round to their senses,
And leave each other alone.
Oh la, you're a sign of the times,
Oh la, you're a sign of the times.
Why don't you give some love for,
Give some love for,
Give some love for free.
And maybe you will see.
And maybe you will see.
And maybe you will see.
Oh la, you're a sign of the times,
Oh la, you're a sign of the times.
Why don't you give some love for,
Give some love for,
Give some love for free.
And maybe you will see.
And maybe you will see.
And maybe you will see.
And maybe you will see.
And maybe you will see.
And maybe you will see.
And maybe you will see.
And maybe you will see.
And maybe you will see.