If Coke is a mystery, and Michael Jackson ... history
If beauty is truth, and surgery the fountain of youth
What am I to do?
Have I got the gifts to get me through
The gates of that mansion
If OJ is more than a drink, a Big Mac bigger you think
If perfume is an obsession, and talk shows ... confession
What have we got to lose?
Another push and maybe we'll be through
The gates of that mansion
I never bought a lotto ticket
I never parked in anyone's space
And the banks they're like cathedrals
I guess casinos took their place
Love come on down
Don't wake her, she'll come around
Chance is a kind of religion
Where you're damned for plain hard luck
I never did see that movie, and I never did read that book
Love, come on down, let my numbers come around
Don't know if I can hold on
Don't know if I'm that strong
Don't know if I can wait that long
Til the colors come flashing and the lights go on
Then will there be no time of sorrow?
Then will there be no time for shame?
And though I can't say why
I know I've got to believe
We'll go diving in that pool
It's who you know that gets you through
The gates of the Playboy Mansion
The Playboy Mansion
In the Playboy Mansion
Then will there be no time of sorrow?
Then will there be no time for shame?