The Playboy Mansion
If coke is a mysteryMichael Jackson, historyIf beauty is truthAnd surgery the fountain of youth...
What am I to do?Have I got the gifts to get me throughThe gates of that mansion?
If O.J. is more than a drinkAnd a Big Mac bigger than you thinkAnd perfume is an obsessionAnd talk showsÖ confession
What have we got to lose?Another push and we'll be throughThe gates of that mansion.
I never bought a lotto ticketI never parked in anyone's space.The banks they're like cathedralsI guess casinos took their place.
Love, come on downDon't wake her she'll come around.
Chance is a kind of religionWhere you're damned for plain hard luck.I never did see that movieI never did read that book.Love, come on downLet my numbers come around.
Don't know if I can hold onDon't know if I'm that strong.Don't know if I can wait that longTill the colours come flashingAnd the lights go on.
Then will there be no time for sorrowThen will there be no time for shameThough I can't say whyI know I've got to believe.
We'll go driving in that poolIt's who you know that gets you throughThe gates of the playboy mansion.
Then will there be no time for sorrowThen will there be no time for shameThen will there be now time for shameThen will there be now time for pain