Writers: alan tarney & leo sayer



I got your postcard it made me lonely

I'm out of money and no one really cares

The south of france has sunny weather

Pretty boats and lots of millionaires



Now you're not coming home

You like the style and you're staying here

Pretty boys everywhere you go

You lead 'em on and then you disappear



You say you're gonna find a millionaire

-- well i wish you luck

And we were never going anywhere

-- and now you've had enough

You didn't wanna be

Going broke with a loser like me

And you're a girl who's just got to be free

And i don't think you'll ever be happy

Chasing a millionaire



All the streets are dead without you

Empty shops and old abandoned cars

In saint tropez your man is waiting

He comes with diamonds to the hotel bar



You say you're not going home

You like the sun and you're staying here

He'll ask if you're on your own

You say "why not" then you both disappear



Now you say you're found your millionaire

-- oh well i don't care

Says he's gonna take you everywhere

-- i just don't care



I bet he'll let you down

That kinda guy never hangs around

He's got a girl in every town

And i don't think you'll ever be happy

Living with a millionaire



Now you say you're found your millionaire

-- oh well i don't care

Says he's gonna take you everywhere

-- i just don't care

Then one day he's gonna let you down

He'll have you searching every club in town

That kind of guy will only drag you down



You can go and take your millionaire

-- oh i don't wanna know

Tell you that i really do not care

-- and your life's your own

You see them everywhere you go

Chasing the sun in alfa romeos

You gotta catch 'em before they get too old

And i don't think you'll ever be happy

Chasing a millionaire


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