They say love is more precious than gold,
It can't be bought and it can't be sold
I got love, enough to spare,
That makes me a millionaire.
I got a woman with eyes that shine,
Down deep as a diamond mine,
She is my treasure so very rare,
She made me a millionaire,
When we ride around,
Ride around this old town in my beat up car
With the windows down,
People look at her and they look at me
And say, That boy is sure living in luxury