At any given moment I find it hard to believe that you’re not the devil!
I want the things you got and I want the things I’m not
But don’t want any trouble
You say you’ll give me paradise
You don’t have to ask me twice- I know, I know

You offer me a lot, tropic island and a yacht!
You know what I want
The gang on 42nd Street is overcome with jealousy
Cause I’m on your arm

And this, this must be paradise
You don’t have to tell me twice
I’ll sign the dotted line

CHORUS
It don’t get much better than this/it don’t get any better than this x2
It don’t get much better for me it won’t get much better for you
It don’t get much, it don’t get much, it don’t get much get much
It don’t get much, it don’t get much, it don’t get much get much

(Elegant Party)

The limousines and private balconies and grand parties
And millions of fans
The lovers and the lawyers and the diamonds and the voyeurs
This is what I am

And yes I’ve found my paradise
And you don’t have to ask me twice
On with the show!

CHORUS

It wouldn’t be so disarming if you weren’t a little charming
And i knew what you were doing
All my loves requited and all my deep desires/ Turned to wreck and ruin
Oh what became of paradise? / All my virtue turned to vice
Oh no oh no

I think I just sold my soul!