| I would like a Maserati
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| Season tickets to the Yankees
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| New suits by Armani
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| Diamond cufflinks from Tiffanys
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| Dock my yacht down in Miami
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| Play a round of golf with Tiger Woods
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| I’d buy myself a Grammy
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| Just 'cause I could
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| These are the things, that I’d love to get
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| But I’m broke as a joke, and I’m swimming in debt
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| I’m still living like a bawler
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| And I never need a dollar
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| 'Cause I’ve got what money can’t buy
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| Yeah, keep your Dolce & Gabbana
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| Darling you’re a cut above
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| With you I’m rich, I’m rich in love
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| I could really use a butler
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| And a salon for my Monet
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| A bird in every colour
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| Singing Gershwin everyday
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| Wonderin' if they’re selling planets
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| And perhaps a little moon or two
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| I’ll just throw it on my AMEX
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| Like successful people do
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| These are the things, that I’ll never know
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| 'Cause I’m deep in the red, and I can’t get a loan
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| I’m as happy as pickle
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| And I hardly have a nickel
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| 'Cause I’ve got what money can’t buy
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| So keep your Dolce & Gabbana (Your Dolce & Gabbana)
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| Baby you’re a cut above (Baby you’re above)
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| With you I’m rich, I’d never switch
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| With you I’m rich, I’m rich in love |