[CHORUS:] 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 [CHORUS] 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. [CHORUS x2]