Hundred Dollar Bill

I’ve often wondered, where’s the value in a dollar these days
It’s kind of crazy, what a piece of paper can buy or replace
Like a mansion on the lake with lamborghini parked outside
Diamonds by the dozen or the whole dang mine

I’ve heard having all this shit makes you rich
But if I had a magic lamp, I’d rub it and make a wish

Love was a hundred dollar bill
Cause there would be no limit to the Benjamins I’d print
I’d keep doling em’ out until this world was filled
With more than ever could be spent
If love was a hundred dollar bill

If in reality, my wish were to miraculously come true
We’d all be bartering in being kind, being nice, and giving gratitude
Anger and hate, would be those pennies we don’t pick up
No one would ever want that kind of luck

This world I’m imagining will probably never come
But wouldn’t it be cool if the people who loved the most were the wealthy ones



Let’s make it rain, yeah, make it rain, yeah, make it rain
So nothing, nothing, yeah nothing will ever be the same




Mitch Collins 423-504-4879 mitchcollinssongs@gmail.com