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Oh, darling, |
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Every day seems longer, |
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Cos I ain't got you. |
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Maybe if I'm stronger, |
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I can make this dream true. |
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I wanna be your rich boy, |
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Buy you diamond toys, |
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Drive you in my car! |
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Champagne and caviar! |
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We'll have money to burn, |
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Money to burn some day! |
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Don't you ever worry, baby! |
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Your brown eyed boy won't change. |
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I may shine a little brighter, |
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But we'll dance just the same. |
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I wanna be your rich boy, |
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Buy you diamond toys, |
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Drive you in my car! |
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Champagne and caviar! |
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We'll have money to burn, |
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Money to burn some day! |
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You wanted a big shot! |
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I'm a bullet, |
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I'm a gun! |
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I got a trigger. |
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You can pull it when you want. |
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We'll have money to burn, |
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Money to burn some day! |
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I'll sell those star maps, |
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Sing in the subway. |
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I'll work a burger stand, |
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And save my pay. |
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Get a job parking cars, |
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Wash up at a restaurant |
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And, maybe, |
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I'll have money some day! |
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We'll have money to burn, |
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Money to burn some day! |
