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 And a Big Mac bigger than you think If perfume is an obsession And talk shows, confession What have we got to lose Another push and we´ll be through The gates of that mansion
I never bought a Lotto ticket I never parked in anyone´s space The banks feel like cathedrals I guess casinos took their place
Love, come on down Don´t wake her, she´ll come around
Chance is a kind of religion Where you´re damned for plain hard luck I never did see that movie I never did read that book But love, come on down And 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 colours 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 driving in that pool It´s who you know that gets you through The gates of the Playboy mansion But they don´t mention... the pain to reach
Then will there be no time for sorrow Then will there be no time for shame Then will there be no time for sorrow