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They say love, is more precious than gold,
It can't be bought, and it can't be sold.
Well I got love, a love to spare,
but that make me a millionaire.
I got a woman with eyes that shine,
Weight and deep, as diamond mine.
She is my treasure, so very rare,
She made me, a millionaire.
When we ride around in this old town,
In a beat up car, with the windows down.
People look at her then they look at me,
They say that boy, sure living in luxury
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Her kisses fall from everywhere,
Like riches are, a millionaire.
So when my pockets are empty,
And my cupboard is bare.
Well I still feel, like a millionaire.
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