(words & music by fred wise - ben weisman)
Fame and fortune
How empty they can be
But when i hold you in my arms
That's heaven to me
Who cares for fame and fortune
They're only pa**ing things
But the touch of your lips on mine
Makes me feel like a king
Your kind of love
Is a treasure i hold
It's so much greater
Than silver or gold
I know that i have nothing
If you should go away
But to know that you love me
Brings fame and fortune my way