I know I'd go from rags to riches
If you would only say you care;
And though my pocket may be empty,
I'd be a millionaire.
My clothes may still be torn and tattered,
But in my heart I'd be a king;
Your love is all that ever mattered -
It's ev'rything.
So open your arms and you'll open the door
To ev'ry treasure that I'm hopin' for;
Hold me and kiss me and tell me you're mine ever more.
Must I forever be a beggar
Whose golden dreams will not come true?
Or will I go from rags to riches?
My fate is up to you.