Millionaires - The Script

The kicker outside is saying it’s time to close

We’re leaning on each other trying to beat the cold

I carry your shoes and I give you my coat

We’re walking these streets like they’re paved with gold

Make any more excuses not to go

Neither one of us want to take that taxi home

Singing our hearts out

Standing on chairs

Spending our time

Like we are millionaires

Laughing our heads off

The two of us there

Spending our time

Like we are millionaires

Millionaires

Lost my heart and I hope to die

Seeing that sunlight hit your eyes

Been up all night but you’re still amazing me

Yeah

Half the time of night you only dream about

If a guy came down who could take me now

Cos in my mind, we will always be

Singing our hearts out

Standing on chairs

Spending our time

Like we are millionaires

Laughing our heads off

The two of us there

Spending our time

Like we are millionaires

Millionaires (look at us)

Look at us

At six in the mornin’

If time was money, yeah

We be worth a fortune

I swear you might think you’re rich

You could have a million euro

But you can’t buy this

Look at us

At six in the mornin’

If time was money, yeah

We be worth a fortune

I swear you might think you’re rich

You could have a million euro

But you can’t buy this

Well the band was on playing that song

We messed up the lyrics

When we sang along

But we didn’t care

Cause it felt like we were the only ones there

I see, I saw my voice were raw

Pretending to be loud but we’re shouting more

We’re shouting more

Singing our hearts out

Standing on chairs

Spending our time like we are millionaires

Laughing our heads off

The two of us there

Spending our time like we were millionaires

Millionaires

Look at us

At six in the mornin’

If time was money, yeah

We be worth a fortune

I swear you might think you’re rich

You could have a million euro

But you can’t buy this

Look at us

At six in the mornin’

If time was money, yeah

We be worth a fortune

I swear you might think you’re rich

You could have a million euro

But you can’t buy this

We’re walking these streets like they’re paved with gold

Make any old excuses not to go

Neither one of us want to take that taxi home
Artist: The Script
Title: Millionaires