I want to be rich
Cause I’m tired of being poor
I want a brass-initialed knocker
Hanging on my door
I want satin sheets
So I can slide from my brass bed
I want a crystal chandelier
Hanging o’er my head
I want to own a Cadillac, and
A Mercedes Bens
And I’ll save my Rolls Royce
For partying with my friends
I want a chauffeur,
A butler, and a maid
And a day off a year
For my personal parade
~~~*Chorus*~~~
Oh, it’s going to be fantastic
With the money that I earn
I’ll have money for spending
And money to burn
Sittin in the desert
In this dirty old shack
Once my dreams come true
I ain't ever coming back
~~*~~
I want to own a corporation
So I can be the one to hire
Sittin behind a walnut desk
No one can get me fired
I want rubies on my fingers
And diamonds round my wrist
So when I walk into a room
There’s no chance that I’ll be missed
I want a mink coat
To wear out on the town
And a mansion in the valley
With no neighbors to be found
~~~*Chorus*~~~
Oh, it’s going to be fantastic
With the money that I earn
I’ll have money for spending
And money to burn
Sittin in the desert
In this dirty old shack
Once my dreams come true
I ain't ever coming back
~~*~~
Yah! once my dreams come true
I ain't ever
Coming
Back!
Teresa Lynn Johnson
Wrdspnr@aol.com
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