| Of course I do. |
| I know I seem to have everything. |
| Old rich J.B.Biggley,
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| old money bags. |
| People come to me with treasure hunts, my day is spent talking
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| money. |
| And what does it all mean? |
| Nothing, Hedy, nothing means anything without
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| you
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| Now, wait a minute, don’t start getting sincere, that’s not fair!
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| Were will I find a treasure
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| Like the love from a heart of gold?
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| Ever trusting and sweet
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| And awaiting my pleasure
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| Rain or shine
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| Hot or cold
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| Wealth far beyond all measure
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| Maybe here in my hands I hold
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| Oh, but where will I find
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| That one treasure of treasures
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| The love from a heart of gold?
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| I never knew you felt that way!
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| No one knows this but I’m extremely emotional
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| God dammit, so am I!
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| (sung)
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| Where will I find a treasure
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| Like the love from a heart of gold?
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| Ever trusting and sweet
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| And awating my pleasure
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| Rain or shine…
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| Rain or shine…
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| Hot or cold
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| Hot or cold
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| Wealth far beyond all measure
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| Maybe soon in my hands I’ll hold
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| Oh, but where will I find
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| That one treasure of treasures
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| The love from a heart of gold? |