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(B. Walker, J. Fincher, D. Child)
Wining, dining you all night long in a fancy French restaurant.
Candy, roses, diamonds and limousines.
I give ya anything that you want.
You say that gold can¡¯t buy your love,
No, it would never do.
Now all my riches turn to dust without you.
If your love was for sale, I would buy it up, buy it up.
If your heart was a wishing well, I would fill it up, fill it up.
If your touch was a prisoner, baby I would put up the bail.
I¡¯d pay any price if your love was for sale.
I¡¯ll take you places far away, from Paris to the Taj Mahal.
I¡¯d have you painted in a thousand poses,
But you don¡¯t seem to care at all.
You say that money is just a cheap disguise to hide what¡¯s really true.
Well I¡¯m just a beggar in your eyes, I¡¯m beggin¡¯ you.
If your love was for sale, I would buy it up, buy it up.
If your heart was a wishing well, I would fill it up, fill it up.
If your touch was a prisoner, baby I would put up the bail.
I¡¯d pay any price if your love was for sale.
You say that gold can¡¯t buy your love,
No it would never do.
Now all my riches turn to dust without you.
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