Not A Millionaire

I get the sweet spot

In the line

When the first gun pops up

I leave them behind

And at the first turn

I always carve my line

'Times I turn my head, yeah

And wave goodbye

But I don't have my own car

And I have to race my friends

'Cause I'm not a rich man's son, no

I'm not a millionaire

No

No no no

No no

No

You are the only daughter of

A privileged second son

You say that I'm your lover but

I'm not the only one

No no

No no no

But I think if I had my own car

Then I know that I could turn your head

Take you up to see the mountains and

Sing you songs before you go to bed

Yeah

Yeah yeah yeah

Yeah yeah

Yeah

Yeah

Yeah

Yeah

Yeah yeah

About midnight

It's just Joe and me

While we clean the stands up

He sings me melodies

And on the bus home

Route '95

See the love and the hatred

And the boredom on the faces of passersby

And I know that I don't have my own ride but

I can teach you how to go real fast now

Stick with me if you would like some wildness

Stick with me and see the whole wide world

Yeah

Yeah yeah yeah

Yeah yeah

Yeah