MoneyGrabber by Fitz and The Tantrums

 MoneyGrabber by Fitz and The Tantrums

 

In order to celebrate having just bought tickets to see Fitz and the Tantrums playing less than 15 minutes from my house I was going to do 123456.  But that will have to wait.  I feel a strong pull to do this song. This one hits hard whenever I hear it.

 

When it first came out I found it an amusing little tale about a golddigger.  How funny,  Bitches be money hungry.  I loved this song.  I still do.

 

But it hits differently now.  Perhaps because of how often my husband has accused me of being “money hungry and never wanting to work” because I am now with someone who does not struggle for money.  Why does this bother me so much?

 

Well, because it’s patently untrue.  I have always loved working, as long as it was the right job.  I love contributing.  I want to pull my own weight.  So I can very accurately say my husband is on crack with his unfair assessment.  It angers me but also hurts me.  10 years together and he doesn’t know me at all?  How typical.  One of many reasons why it’s best that this marriage come to an end.

 

What he has said that bothers me because it’s right.  He called me a freeloader.  And you know what?  I am.  My partner offered me a place to stay to escape a difficult situation.  No strings attached.  I was offered my own room and space to grow as a person.  To become who I always wanted to be.  To be who I would have been had I stayed with him 32 years ago instead of dumping his ass for being too nice.  

 

And that means that while I look for employment I absolutely am a freeloader.  I hate that.  I have always wanted my independence.  I want to stand on my own.  I do not like being dependent.  I do not want to ask “would you buy it for me?” But here I am, dependent upon him.  My partner will claim I do contribute.  And I do.  I cook and clean and do my best to be a good partner.  But I don’t bring shit to the table financially.

 

My partner does not speak music lyrics.  But I still sent him this song and said I would never ask him for money.  I went so far as to say I would ask my current husband for funds before I came to him.  I find it interesting that he never responded to it.  But that happens sometimes.  It makes me feel alone that we do not share this love for music as poetry, but we share so many other things.  

 

So, I know the truth.  I am not a money grabber in the way that Fitz means.  But I am a freeloader for the time being.  But this week has brought a lot of traction so perhaps I will not be a freeloader for much longer. 

 

Don't come back anytime

I've already had your kind

This is your payback, moneygrabber

Don't come back anytime

You've already robbed me blind

This is your payback, moneygrabber

Teardrops fade

And then I saw

Your hands in the pocket

'Cause you were always made to want it all

But now you got to make it on your own

This ain't your home

So I'm showing you the door, wave goodbye

Now it's time for you to go

Don't come back anytime

I've already had your kind

This is your payback, moneygrabber

Don't come back anytime

You've already robbed me blind

This is your payback, moneygrabber

Through rhinestone glass

All I see

You talking double

Like the time you said "Could you buy it for me?"

"'Cause I'm in trouble"

Here's my advice

I don't pay twice for the price of a cheap-time whore

Don't come back anytime

I've already had your kind

This is your payback, moneygrabber

Don't come back anytime

You've already robbed me blind

This is your payback, moneygrabber

Oh, one

Two

Three

Oh, one is for the money

Two is for the greed

And three times that I told you

That you're the one I just don't need

Don't come back anytime

I've already had your kind

This is your payback, moneygrabber

Don't come back anytime

You've already robbed me blind

This is your payback, moneygrabber

Moneygrabber

Moneygrabber

Don't come back anytime

I've already had your kind

This is your payback, moneygrabber

Don't come back anytime

You've already robbed me blind

 

Songwriters: Michael Fitzpatrick

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