She gotta whole lotta money. Said I was her honey. Put me on an airplane. Wrapped me up in cellophane. It was a new sensation. I held her hand at the station. Though her world was not mine to live in I couldn't wait for her to tell me that she loved me dearly. I couldn't wait for her to say that nothing's wrong. But the hardest thing I've ever had to do in my life, was to think of what it means for her to tell me... She gotta whole lotta secret. Well I said I could keep it. Told me 'bout the time when, had me sweatin' at the end. And though I know she doesn't mean it, when she says I should of seen it. Though her world was not mine to live in I'm no saint dear but it always brings me down, to another pretty woman in a tight-a** skirt gone cryin' 'bout everything I'm no slave dear but what goes must come around. So I listen to the body of water telling my soul I am a lucky, lucky man