Million Dollar View
I don't need to be sittin' on the roof
Of a high-rise lookin' at the city below
I don't need to be on the beach
Watchin' that sun sink in the Gulf of Mexico
If I climb to the top of a Colorado mountain
I could see forever from there
But I don't have to go anywhere
CHORUS
I've got a million dollar view
Right here in my livin' room
In this little tin roof house
Even with the shades pulled down
And the lights turned out
I don't need to go to some exotic place
To see the kinda thing that takes my breath away
No all I gotta do is look at you
And I've got a million dollar view
When I see you layin' there in that sexy nightgown
It burns me down deep in my soul
You're a livin' work of art
A sight that would inspire the likes of Michelangelo
If I took a telescope and pointed it to heaven
I wouldn't find nothin' up there
That compares to what I got right here •;
REPEAT CHORUS
I don't need to go to some exotic place
To see the kind of thing that takes my breath away
No all I gotta do is look at you
You know the truth is, I don't know if a million would get it
You're my million dollar view
Yeah just lookin'at you
You're my million dollar view
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