Tekst Utworu

If I won me the lottery I'd dance naked in the street With a top hat full of money & You'd wanna get to know me If I won me the lottery & If I was a movie star I'd sip honey from a pickle jar In the back of my limousine & They'd call me an icon & I'd be lookin' back at you From the cover of the People magazine I guess it's all for the takin' I guess it's all yours and mine My sister says I got to see it & believe it & I believe I believe it But I'm just an outsider Livin' in a trailer with my black & white TV set If only I was President You know I'd paint the White House pink & Never have to pay the rent If only I was President I guess it's all there for the takin' I think it's all yours & mine My preacher says I got to see it to believe it & L believe Won't sleep till I've had enough I believe won't sip my wine from no paper cup I believe won't sleep till I've had enough Delicious Surprise Now I do believe No fear in my eyes Now I can see Heaven's inside inside inside I knew it all the time Got me somethin to believe in But all I really want now is A handful of salvation
Writer(s): Beth Hart, Glen Burtnik Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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