Ooh-hoo
Ooh-hoo
The men stop in their places
When she walks inside
Her world is bright and shiny
But she can't even smile
'Cause there's no one to hold her tight
Even though she's got money to burn
No, there's no one to fill the bank of love
No deposit will get no return
It's not the length of the cash
It's the state of the heart
Money can't buy lovin'
It's not the size of the stash
It's the state of the heart
Whoa-whoa-whoa
Headlines fill the pages
No one there to cry
You know she's living on the wild side
She forgot to say goodbye
There was no one to shrink the lies
They all pat you on your back and say goodnight
There was no one in whom you could confide
Always fronting what you felt inside
It's not the strength of the arms
It's the state of the heart
Someone should have told you
It's not the speed of your car
It's the state of the heart
Whoa-whoa-whoa
It's not the length of the cash
It's the state of the heart
Money can't buy lovin'
It's not the size of your stash
It's the state of the heart
(It's the state of the heart)
No one ever could survive
Without caring what's on the inside
Five and dime, dressed to the nines
Won't mean a thing if your heart ain't right
Oh, no
I'm told
For sure
Oh, no
Whoo!
It's not the length of the cash
It's the state of the heart
Money can't buy lovin'
It's not the size of the stash
It's the state of the heart, yeah
It's not the strength of the arms
It's the state of the heart
Somebody should have told you
It's not the speed of your car
It's the state of the heart
Whoo-hoo-hoo...
It's the state of the heart, oh, yeah
It's the state of the heart
It's the state of the heart
Somebody should have told you
State of the Heart was written by Paul Pesco & Mic Murphy.
State of the Heart was produced by Nile Rodgers.