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Life Story # 7
Rich little daddy's girl, get whatever she wants
Anything she thinks she likes, she buys and she flaunts
Looking down her nose as she prances through the mall
All dramatic with her cell phone as she takes a call
Does she really think she is so high that she as to look down
Ever wonder what goes through her mind with no one around
As a child it was perfect, every toy made for girls
No bigger birthday parties any where in the world
Christmas was even better, present came from near and far
Forget about the Barbie corvette, she got a real car
A cheerleader, class president, and editors club
And any other prestigious honor you could think of
This became her mothers hug
This became her fathers love
This was all the boys ever cared to see
Her cash, her cars, and her beauty
Her nanny was her closest friend, her shoulder to cry on
Her possessions were her company when everyone was gone
Her friends are on the payroll, so they aren't really true
Her husband doesn't love her, he is on the payroll too
All the world is watching, presentation is everything
So when the loneliness is showing, distract them with the ring
What the make-up doesn't cover, the plastic surgeon can
The furs will give the warmth she is not getting from her man
It would seem that rich girls have problems too
What would your life be like if that rich girl was you
J. Moore
03/28/2011
Anything she thinks she likes, she buys and she flaunts
Looking down her nose as she prances through the mall
All dramatic with her cell phone as she takes a call
Does she really think she is so high that she as to look down
Ever wonder what goes through her mind with no one around
As a child it was perfect, every toy made for girls
No bigger birthday parties any where in the world
Christmas was even better, present came from near and far
Forget about the Barbie corvette, she got a real car
A cheerleader, class president, and editors club
And any other prestigious honor you could think of
This became her mothers hug
This became her fathers love
This was all the boys ever cared to see
Her cash, her cars, and her beauty
Her nanny was her closest friend, her shoulder to cry on
Her possessions were her company when everyone was gone
Her friends are on the payroll, so they aren't really true
Her husband doesn't love her, he is on the payroll too
All the world is watching, presentation is everything
So when the loneliness is showing, distract them with the ring
What the make-up doesn't cover, the plastic surgeon can
The furs will give the warmth she is not getting from her man
It would seem that rich girls have problems too
What would your life be like if that rich girl was you
J. Moore
03/28/2011
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Life Story # 7
Life Story # 7