Ps Millionaire lyrics

You don`t have to pay for any more
Of what I`m selling door to door!
I will demonstrate for free...
But each opportunity...
Always ends in an apology...

From the cue card that you read,
Tell me what you think I need
While you`re burying the lead
And showing me the door.

There`s people crying everywhere
From being left in such despair.
And they`d all expect for me to care,
Who wants to be a millionaire?

Sitting there behind a desk
(Very Greco-Romanesque)
And I`m bringing out the guns
Battling the evil ones.
Well I used to fly, the clouds below
But my superpower`s running low.

Shoot the moon and gasp for air.
Miracles don`t have a prayer!
The weatherman says freak for rare
And gives the highs and lows.

I`m damaged way beyond repair.
It`s too much pressure brought to bear.
Who wants to take this on a dare?
Who wants to be a millionaire?
Who wants to be a millionaire?

Babe, I`m getting back in line.
On the nickel, on the dime.
`Cause I just don`t have the heart to share
(I guess you stole that fair and square).

Climbing up the empire state.
The planes were grounded at the gate.
The sky`s the limit. Celebrate.
You made it to the top

And the stars are everywhere;
Yasir Arafat to Cher.
Everyone who`s won is there.
Who wants to be a millionaire?
Who wants to be a millionaire?
Who wants to be a millionaire?