Midday in the underground,
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there´s a teenage girl selling music for her bed.
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I´ll be the one that you look upon
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and thank your lucky stars
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that you walk in your own shoes.
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Clip clop past a sleeping bag
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and a woolly hat
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lying open on the ground.
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Give money and sympathy,
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hold your little girl
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like you won´t see her again.
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Does anyone know, the places you go.
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On a day like today
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I drink champagne from a straw
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and I get my own way,
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he loves me above them all.
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And there´s no such thing as poor little rich girls
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on a day like today.
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I´ve got my all over tan
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and my tummy tuck,
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my two babies boy and girl.
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[Champagne From A Straw Lyrics on http://www.lyricsmania.com]
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Big house in the country
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with expensive bags
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for my scary little dog.
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My man sleeps around a bit,
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keeps him from my bed,
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one less job for me to do.
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I´m the one you look up to
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and wish on every star
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for one day in my high shoes.
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Can anyone hear, it´s hollow in here.
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On a day like today
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I drink champagne from a straw
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and I get my own way,
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he chose me above them all
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And there´s no such thing as poor little rich girls
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in a day like today. A day like today.
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A day like today. A day like today...
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Can anyone hear, it´s hollow in here.
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On a day like today
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I drink champagne from a straw
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and I get my own way,
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he loves me above them all
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And there´s no such thing as poor little rich girls
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on a day like today
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I drink champagne from a straw
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and I get my own way,
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he loves me above them all
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and there´s no such thing as poor little rich girls
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on a day like today
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Champagne From A Straw - Andrea Corr
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