“Are you a millionaire yet, ” He said to me,
with a smirk on his face, that I could defiantly see
“No not yet, but one day I will be,
I don’t know quite when,
I don’t know when it will happen,
But, I can feel it in my bones.
That one day, I will have a lot of dough,
maybe tomorrow, I don’t quite know,
And when will you, be a millionaire, ”
I said, to him with a glare,
“Maybe never, or who knows I may be,
maybe my numbers will come up, we have yet to see.”
Until that day I become a millionaire
I will give my money away
To the national lottery oh yeah! ! ! !
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