Introdução: I know I'd go from rags to riches If you would only say you care; And though my pocket may be empty, I'd be a millionaire. My clothes may still be torn and tattered, But in my heart I'd be a king; Your love is all that ever mattered It's ev'rything. So open your arms and you'll open the door To ev'ry treasure that I'm hopin' for; Hold me and kiss me and tell me you're mine ever more. Must I forever be a beggar Whose golden dreams will not come true? Or will I go from rags to riches? My fate is up to you.