| Lyrics: | You can have the money, wheel it, deal it, win it all.
You can have all of the fashion. You can
even own the mall.
You can change your face into the person of your dreams,
Trim your nose
and dye your hair and change your eyes
from blue to green.
You can be a model, cover every
magazine.
You can walk on every stage or be the host of M.T.V.
You can win the medals, run
it, swim it perfectly.
You could have a turn at Indy. You could even own the
team.
CHORUS:
We're never gonna see God if we keep looking for vogue.
We could gain the
whole world but still be losin' our soul.
We don't need it, cause God has given us our
needs.
We don't want it, shouldn't He be our priority?
We don't need it, Jesus said to leave
it all behind.
Let's keep our eyes on things above cause
We don't need to want to need
it!
You can get a job on Wall Street, have more money than you've seen.
You can buy
administrations and you can even own the queen.
You can own a castle, oily paintings on the
wall,
Build a suite for every pleasure, have a disco, host a ball.
Drive a limburguini, fast
as time and painted red.
Leather phone and matching fax and color T.V's overhead
Take your
yacht to Rio, fly your jet up to Cancun
Screamin' down the highway like a rocket to the
moon.
CHORUS
Words by Rebecca St. James and Bill Deaton. Music by Blair
Masters.
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