Single Millionaires

Single Millionaires - Brighten

Composed by：Brighten

There's a man on the corner with his

Hands holding tightly to his hat so it won't blow away

With a girl with her hands in her pockets holding

Tightly to her money so she won't blow it today

It's all the same everyday

When he gets home from work

There's his children already in bed

Without seeing his face today

And the girl with empty pockets

Spent her money she might as well

Throw her wallet in the fireplace

In she is the

L and he is the

O for us

Liars out there

And she is the

V and he is the

E for the

Violence in

Everyone

And we might spell you

We're nothing like you

And when his kids grow up old

And have children of their own they

Swear they will never wear the same size

Hat their father wears

And the girl now a women

Says she's happy and thanks god for jewelry and single millionaires

And she is the

H and he is the

O for us

Humble orphans

And she is the

P and he is the

E for potential in

Everyone

And we might spell you we're nothing like you