Songtext von Poor Little Rich Girl

Don't take away her whiskey Don't take away her rye She'll show her fangs And spit in your eye Poor little rich girl A hopeless case Everything she does Is in bad taste You can find her on her favorite bar stool Drinking with the guys An old drunken fool She goes to the local Five and dime To buy her make-up And drink her wine Oh, she's a poor little rich girl She's a poor little rich girl She's a poor little rich girl A run in her stockings A lopsided wig She laughs to herself And she takes another swig The story goes on She couldn't get worse This chick keeps a bottle in her purse Oh, she's a poor little rich girl She's a poor little rich girl She's a poor little rich girl Poor little rich girl What a waste To her society friends The girl's disgrace She's devil-may-care She's a laissez-faire An out of control Misserable millionaire So take some advice from Dee Dee King Money can't buy you everything Oh, she's a poor little rich girl She's a poor little rich girl She's a poor little rich girl Oh, she's a poor little rich girl She's a poor little rich girl She's a poor little rich girl