I’d like to buy you fine, fine clothesThe finest clothes but I can’tI’d like to buy you a diamond ring,like the one you’ve been looking atIn the window downtown, but no chanceAt least not now, you know I can’tBut you’re a million Dollar girlJoey tried to reach me on the phoneHe said the cops were at the door andI shouldn’t dare come homeI’ll never make it in this crazy world aloneI guess I really can’t go homeBut you’re a million Dollar girlI a Cadillac you don’t look backYou don’t see the street and all the thingsthat you don’t want to seeBut it’s just plain to see that you’ll still see meBut you’re a million Dollar girlMay sound funny but you ain’t got nothingIf you don’t have love and you know it tooBe my million Dollar girl