It was snowing in New York that winter, snowflakes big as feathers
You helped me with my coat, complained about the weather
And then held that lobby door for me and for one brilliant blur
I could feel the cold and grit were real, then heated taxi at the curb
We slid and steered the icy streets, veered toward your address
I wondered how the hell I got myself into this mess
Course you argued with the driver when we made our stop
You said "All he cares about's his tip but does he want to do his job?"
We are loved for money
We are hated for money
We are judged, we are rated
We are what we are for money
You lived on the twenty-second floor, you had a view
You had a grand piano and a drink or two
I was staring out the window at the swirling snow, the lights
City seemed unreal and distant masquerading white
You said "Come with me," you led me to your room
It was awkward for a moment when I saw what you'd a**umed
And I'm certain I displeased you but you recovered well
Offered me a nightcap as your poured one for yourself
We are loved for money
We are hated for money
We are judged, we are rated
We are what we are for money
So you bought me a taxi back to my hotel
Snow lay in dirty drifts and pools of slush and melt
I tipped the driver double asked the desk clerk for the key
And found a dozen roses you'd had sent there for me
Yes, you would send roses with a wave of your arm
Set the city's underclass in motion let the city swarm
With meaningless commotion you blame, exploit and ridicule
And use to make yourself the perfect gentleman by your own rules
We are loved for money
We are hated for money
We are judged, we are rated
We are what we are
We are what we are
For money
You helped me with my coat, complained about the weather
And then held that lobby door for me and for one brilliant blur
I could feel the cold and grit were real, then heated taxi at the curb
We slid and steered the icy streets, veered toward your address
I wondered how the hell I got myself into this mess
Course you argued with the driver when we made our stop
You said "All he cares about's his tip but does he want to do his job?"
We are loved for money
We are hated for money
We are judged, we are rated
We are what we are for money
You lived on the twenty-second floor, you had a view
You had a grand piano and a drink or two
I was staring out the window at the swirling snow, the lights
City seemed unreal and distant masquerading white
You said "Come with me," you led me to your room
It was awkward for a moment when I saw what you'd a**umed
And I'm certain I displeased you but you recovered well
Offered me a nightcap as your poured one for yourself
We are loved for money
We are hated for money
We are judged, we are rated
We are what we are for money
So you bought me a taxi back to my hotel
Snow lay in dirty drifts and pools of slush and melt
I tipped the driver double asked the desk clerk for the key
And found a dozen roses you'd had sent there for me
Yes, you would send roses with a wave of your arm
Set the city's underclass in motion let the city swarm
With meaningless commotion you blame, exploit and ridicule
And use to make yourself the perfect gentleman by your own rules
We are loved for money
We are hated for money
We are judged, we are rated
We are what we are
We are what we are
For money