You chase the sweet mirage of a luxurious life Bathing in champagne for being a trophy wife When you’re drunk, what you feel, I’ve been there before Standing there, at the bar, tripping, sad and sore
I wonder what she’s searching for here in this place Still I gather myself, I walk up to her and say
You and I We’re gonna have beautiful children Beautiful children Someday
Dancing like we’re making love on the moon All the dogs howling at us Tropical flavours she adds to the tune Money ain’t worth all the fuss
Like a golden antelope she would make every sultan drown in his own gold But even the wildest can be tamed
You and I We’re gonna have beautiful children Beautiful children Someday