Luxury all for me

What a life it is

To fine dine and wine

By the hand of a wealthy man

A life of luxury all for me

Flights to Venice

Yachts floating in the Adriatic Sea

They say a love like this is empty

And I will never feel fulfilled

But I’ve never felt lonely

In a room full of diamonds

Perhaps I’m cold from all this ice

Like a winter nights chill

The value of my love bumped up in price

It must include the finer things

and nights spent in Paris

with all its flashing lights

My thoughts now expensive

My dreams glimmering in gold

What a life it is to be luxurious

At the expense of a wealthy mans soul