Midday in the underground There's a teenage girl selling music for her bed I'll be the one that you look upon And 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 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 one day in my high shoes
Can anyone hear It's hollow in here
On a day like today I drink champagne from a straw And I get my own way He chose me above them all And there's no such thing as poor little rich girls In a day like today A day like today
A day like today A day like today
Can anyone hear It's hollow in here
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 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
Compositor: Andrea Jane Corr ECAD: Obra #2482523 Fonograma #1232882