You might wear fancy clothes and drive a fancy car
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You,ve probably got those pretty boys that hang off you in bars
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Who do, who do you think you are
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Don't you, don't you, ever think you'll get to far
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Cause you're not going to far
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I see you strutting round, flashing diamond rings
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Keeping all your so called friends
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On your tight purse strings
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Well I look at you, you look down your nose at me
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Don't you, don't you, ever think your better than me
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You ain't no better than me
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I've seen your tricks, and all your flights of fancy
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Spend your cash, flash your wealth
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Then you snort a little candy
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Well, lets see how you go out on the street
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Dirty clothes, dirty hair and not enough money to eat
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(Unless of course you like eating bread and water)
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No cavier
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No need for friends because your money makes you smile
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Designer suits, gold and silver jewellery
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That's your style
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I look at you and you look down your nose at me
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Don't you, don't you, ever think your better than me
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Cause you ain't nothin, but a Rich Bitch.
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Rich Bitch
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| The Screaming Jets |
