I need you like I need a hundred million dollars...
I'm not the short ranger, I'm one of those long-haulers.
You've got on board, no getting off on the highway...
You'll never be ignored, If it works out my way
What I could do! With those five score of million...
What I'd give! To have you always, my pillion
Those dollars and your sweet kiss, eventually I'll earn
Not something I really miss, yet habitually I yearn.
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