| Well I gotta dream, its kinda obscene
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| Long tall women, in longer limousines
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| Drinkin' champagne from Italian shoes
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| Throwing money out the door and listening to blues
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| I’m gonna play tonight till the morning light
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| For something we all want to own, a cool million
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| Well I’ve seen my share of people that care
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| Fix you up then they set you down, get tangled up in your hair
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| Well I’ll ber on loan maybe get a phone
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| Surf across my hard wax floor
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| Keep on knocking I’ll open the door
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| I’m gonna play tonight till the morning light
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| For something we all want to own, a cool million
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| Well I’ve been around with second class clowns
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| Always drunk with a big red nose
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| Spill their troubles all over your clothes
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| It ain’t such a drag, so go ahead and grab
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| Fruit-a-hanging from the tree
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| Enough for you enough for me
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| I’m gonna laugh tonight till the morning light
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| For something we all wanna own, cool million |