歌词
in my past life
i was a rich man
with many dollars
on the dot i ruled the land
and my rich wives
they run the gamut
plump and pretty
velvet city in my hand
they say wealth can break a man but so can poverty and so can we
so tell me how many lives must i walk through to
tell me how much money can a man pursue to
love anyone that he belongs to
hold with content with what he has to
