Okay, okayYeah
Think my paradise is tabloids and flashing lightsTruth is, it's more like loads of cashAnd a nice guy and a life lived right (I know that)
There's just some things that they don't tell you, tell youAnd all the dreams they try to sell you, sell youThe price of fame can take you to your kneesAnd when it does, wanna run away with me? (Yeah)
I just wanna make a lot of money, be my own housewifeYou, you, you, y-you could be the one I'm calling honeyBe my sex on the sideYou, you, you, youAcres of open stars, headlights of prеcious cars, life imitating artI, I, I, I, I just wanna make a lot of money, bе my own housewifeBe my, be my
Drive fast, take me out of hereLouis out the window and the 310 in the mirrorLife's great when you disappearRockies took the girl, but the city took the golden years
This industry will try to kill you, kill youBut not before they try to bill you, bill youThey try to take away your wild and freeAnd when they do, wanna run away with me?
I just wanna make a lot of money, be my own housewifeYou, you, you, y-you could be the one I'm calling honeyBe my sex on the sideYou, you, you, youAcres of open stars, headlights of precious cars, life imitating artI, I, I, I, I just wanna make a lot of money, be my own housewifeBe my, be my
Go into my garden, pick the money off the treeI don't pay for nothing, baby, people pay meAnd you right beside me's just the icing on the dreamI don't need you, I want you, and that's my favorite thingGo into my garden, pick the money off the treeI don't date nobody, baby, people date meAnd you right beside me's just the icing on the dream (Oh yeah)I don't need you, I want you, and that's my favorite thing
I just wanna make a lot of money, be my own housewifeYou, you, you, y-you could be the one I'm calling honeyBe my sex on the sideYou, you, you, youAcres of open stars, headlights of precious cars, life imitating artI, I, I, I, I just wanna make a lot of money, be my own housewifeBe my, be my