Julie was a girl of modest means

Used to a high school beauty queen

Wound up on the wrong end of a dream

And said never again

Started livin' life for the bottom line

Married her a man well past his prime

Forty million dollars and not much time now

She's payin' for the perfect crime on


Blue, blue money

When the devil gets your soul

All that's left is a heartache made of gold


He bought her a house in the Hollywood hills

There were parties and the room was filled with

Stars fallin' from the usual thrills

It was fun for awhile

But there's a prison in paradise

They never tell you when they throw the rice

That pretty mirrors don't look so nice

When you're standing on the desperate side of


Blue, blue money

When the devil gets your soul

All that's left is a heartache made of gold


It's a Saturday night again

The same faces come tricklin' in

She's got a lover but he ain't no friend

He's just someone to hold

She feels alone and she steps outside

Stares out at the valley lights

Pours a drink and she starts to cry

She's got it all and she can't get by on


Blue, blue money

When the devil gets your soul

All that's left is a heartache made of gold

Writer : Daddario, Jim / Barnhill, Greg
Copyright : Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.