Из альбома: From A Room, Volume 2

They say love is more precious than gold
It can’t be bought, and it can’t be sold
I got love… love to spare
That makes me, a millionaire
I got a woman with eyes that shine
Down deep… as a diamond mine
She’s my treasure, so very rare
She makes me, a millionaire
When we ride around, ride around this old town
In a beat up car, with the windows down
People look at her and they look at me They say that man’s sure living in luxury, in luxury
I said love, more precious than gold
It can’t be bought, and it can’t be sold
I got love, enough to spare
And that makes me a millionaire
When her kisses fall from everywhere
Like riches on a millionaire
So when my pockets are empty and my cupboard is bare
I still feel, like a millionaire
Love… more precious than gold
It can’t be bought, and it can’t be sold
I said love, enough to share
And that makes me a millionaire
They say love is more precious than gold
It can’t be bought, never could be sold
I got love, love, love enough to share
And that makes me, a millionaire
That sure makes me ya’ll a millionaire
I’m a lucky guy
I’m a millionaire

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