I'm a Million

Mother and father came from New York City

Working their life away

Know they'll give me anything

That a little girl needs to make my life pretty

Seen you before but you're making me sore

But I'm trying not to make a sound

Couldn't help notice you were wanting me

You said I can help you make your life pretty

Oh, baby I'm a million, oh yeah

Oh, baby I'm a million

You like to mess around with your favorite guns

I hope you blow yourself to hell

Cause I've the need honey I got the greed

Just to make my life a little more pretty

Oh, baby I'm a million, oh yeah

Oh, baby I'm a million