If Coke is a mystery, Michael Jackson History If beauty is truth, and surgery the fountain of youth What am I to do? Have I got the gift to get me through The gates of that Mansion
If OJ is more than a drink, a Big Mac bigger than you think If perfume is an Obsession, then talk shows confession What have we got to lose? I´ll never push my way through The gates of that mansion
I never bought a Lotto ticket I never parked in anyone´s space And the banks feel like cathedrals because casinos took their place Luck, come on down I wake up, she´ll come around
Sex is a kind of religion We´re down for playin´ hard luck I never did see that movie, and I never did read that book Luck, come on down, let my numbers come around
Don´t know if I can hold on Don´t know if I´m that strong Don´t know if I can wait that long Til the colors come flashing and the lights go on
Then will there be no time for sorrow Then will there be no time for shame And though I can´t say why I know I´ve got to believe
We´ll go diving in their pool It´s who you know that gets you through The gates in the Playboy Mansion The Playboy Mansion In the Playboy Mansion Then will there be no time for sorrow? Then will there be no time for shame?
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