I [bad word] 
My life is spectacular
I am free
Totally free
I love me

I was born a millionaire 
And I'll die a billionaire
And wind blows in the trees
And my good friends are with me
Under trankillizers 
In my villa near Kabul 
We're wondering ourselves
If it's [bad word] or insane 
That we're all made of champaign 

Love love me, any time 
Love love me, turn around

Good friends at the pool
Waiting for the dawn
Making the sound of rocks ya
Knock in their glasses
Imagining the world 
In orbit around their asses
Yes my friend and I
Are debating about art
golf, [bad word] and cars

Aren't second guessing ourselves 
If we know each other well

Love love me, any time
Love love me, turn around
Love love me if your fine