She lives on my street, I see her passing by
And sometimes she meets me with her emerald eyes
And I swear it's just like I'm in junior high
She could be the cover of a magazine
Talking about her passion for the French cuisine
Driving round the city in a limousine
It really doesn't matter now
Here she comes again, million dollar style
Here she comes again, I hope she stays a while
Here she comes again, with her amazing smile
Whoa, here she comes again
Could be her life is just a total mess
Behind dark shades in that Versace dress
And the face she puts up doesn't mean success
It really doesn't matter now
Here she comes again, million dollar style
Here she comes again
I hope she stays a while
Here she comes again, with her amazing smile
I wonder if she just pretends
Here she comes again, million dollar style
Here she comes again, I hope she stays a while
Here she comes again, with her amazing smile
Whoa, here she comes again
Whoa, here she comes again
Whoa, here she comes again
Here she comes again
Here she comes again, million dollar style Here she comes again, I hope she stays a while
Here she comes again, with her amazing smile I wonder if she just pretends
Here she comes again, million dollar style Here she comes again, I hope she stays a while
Here she comes again, with her amazing smile
Here she comes again