Millionaire
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
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.
Writer/s: KEVIN STEPHEN WELCH
