Mother and father came from New York City. Working their life away. Know they'll give me anything. That a little girl needs to make my life pretty. Seen you before but you're making me sore. But I'm trying not to make a sound. Couldn't help notice you were wanting me. You said I can help you make your life pretty. Oh baby I'm a million oh yeah. Oh baby I'm a million. You like to mess around with your favorite guns. I hope you blow yourself to hell. Cause I've the need honey I got the greed. Just to make my life a little more pretty. Oh baby I'm a million oh yeah. Oh baby I'm a million