Well when I was just a little girl, eight years old, sittin’ on my daddy’s knee
I would wish and I would pray that some far away day, a millionaire I would be
But it ain’t happened yet and it probably never will, but you don’t see me dragging the ground
Because a hundred million dollars couldn’t buy a millionaire a hundred million good times I’ve found
So when you’re out of luck and you only have a buck, remember what I’ve said
Take a look around from the sky to the ground, imagination fed
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What do you say we pack up and run away to a place where nobody knows
We’ll live up in the trees where we catch the ocean breeze and we’ll watch the sun slowly grow
High up in the sky we can watch the sunrise while we wish for nothing else in our lives
Only one worry we’re allowed to worry ‘bout is how to pick the coconuts when they’re ripe
So now I go back to the country where I was first born and I wonder how I survived
I see my old high school where I learned to be cool, the street where I learned how to drive
Lord it seems so strange to see where all my friends and me took our first sip of beer
Well if I could only do it shouldn’t be so much to it, like to shed that initial tear
But crying that’s for wimps like the hair we used to crimp, thank god we do that no more
We’re all moving on to our own little song, opening up new doors
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Now it’s good to be alone in my own little zone, with no one to bother me
I can dance and I can write, I can sing I can fight with myself over who I should be
Nobody knows what goes down at these shows when I put myself out on the line
Smoky barrooms with way too much booze can make the sickest man feel alive
But bars and cigarettes won’t make up for your regrets, they only push ‘em to the side
When it comes down to it you’ll probably still do it, gotta swallow your pride
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