Love is more precious than gold It can't be bought, and it can't be sold I've got love enough to spare That makes me a millionaire
I've got a woman with eyes that shine Down deep as a diamond mine She is my treasure So very rare She's made me a millionaire
When we ride around this old town in my beat up car with the windows down People look at her then they look at me say that boy is sure living in luxury
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
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