The Playboy Mansion

Lyrics

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  • If coke is a mystery
    Michael Jackson, history
    If beauty is truth
    And surgery the fountain of youth...

    What am I to do?
    Have I got the gifts to get me through
    The gates of that mansion?

    If O.J. is more than a drink
    And a Big Mac bigger than you think
    And perfume is an obsession
    And talk showsÖ confession

    What have we got to lose?
    Another push and we'll be through
    The gates of that mansion.

    I never bought a lotto ticket
    I never parked in anyone's space.
    The banks they're like cathedrals
    I guess casinos took their place.

    Love, come on down
    Don't wake her she'll come around.

    Chance is a kind of religion
    Where you're damned for plain hard luck.
    I never did see that movie
    I never did read that book.
    Love, come on down
    Let my numbers come around.

    Don't know if I can hold on
    Don't know if I'm that strong.
    Don't know if I can wait that long
    Till the colours come flashing
    And the lights go on.

    Then will there be no time for sorrow
    Then will there be no time for shame
    Though I can't say why
    I know I've got to believe.

    We'll go driving in that pool
    It's who you know that gets you through
    The gates of the playboy mansion.

    Then will there be no time for sorrow
    Then will there be no time for shame
    Then will there be now time for shame
    Then will there be now time for pain