Poor Little Girl歌词
Midday in the underground
There's a teenage girl
Selling music for her bed
I'll be the one that you look upon
Thank your lucky stars
That you walk in your own shoes
Clip clop past a sleeping bag
And a woolly hat
Lying open on the ground
Give money and sympathy,
Hold your little girl
Like you won't see her again
Does anyone know all
The places you go
On a day like today
I drink champagne from a straw
And I get my own way,
He loves me above them all
And there's no such thing as poor little rich girls
On a day like today
I've got my all-over-tan
And my tummy tuck,
My two babies, boy and girl
Big house in the country
With expensive bags
For my scary little dog
My man sleeps around a bit,
Keeps him from my bed,
One less job for me to do
I'm the one you look up to
And wish on every star
For