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
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
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
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
