| I don’t want a mountain of diamonds
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| And a valley of gold wouldn’t do
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| But if you want to make me happy
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| Just make me a present of you
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| I don’t need a desert of rubies
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| Or an ocean of pearls to swim through
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| But if you wanna make me happy
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| Just make me a present of you
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| What good is a girl with a million?
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| What good if the world calls you Queen?
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| If you don’t have someone to love you
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| Then you really don’t have anything
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| So I’ll take your arms for my palace
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| And the sky for my room with a view
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| I know that I’ll make you happy
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| If you make me a present of you
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| What good is a girl with a million?
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| What good if the world calls you Queen?
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| If you don’t have a man to love you
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| Then you don’t have a doggone thing
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| So I’ll take my arms for your palac
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| And the sky for my room with a view
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| I know we’ll both b very happy
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| If you’ll box yourself up
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| Tie it with a pretty ribbon
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| And make me, Lord, make me a present of you |