Texty

All I ever wanted was to get away And spend some time alone To a big house in the country To a private yacht with Wall St. on the phone And in a million dollar paradise Maybe I could sing a better song But I've found something different now And I finally understand That money gets you everything But it slips straight through your hands And it's love that makes the world go round And it's nationwide from town to town It gets you coming up and going down And it makes everything alright I'd give you everything and that's a start To get next to you and the keys to your heart There's something going on here Something going on behind your eyes You got me feeling kind of nervous With that Mona Lisa smile And maybe I could get a steady job Bring home the bacon 9 to 5 See I'd do anything to win you Anything at all, I've got my cards Down on the table, baby We could have a ball! Chorus There was a time when I believed That I'd be Ok Living by myself Then I laid eyes on you And I believe that I became somebody else Now I believe... yeah! yeah! yeah!
Writer(s): Anthony Krizan, John Waite Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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