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