Poor little rich boy, all the couples have gone
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You wish that they hadn’t, you don’t wanna be alone
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But they wanna kiss and they got homes of their own
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Poor little rich boy all the couples have gone, they’ve gone, they’ve gone
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And you don’t love your girlfriend
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You don’t love your girlfriend
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And you think that you should but she thinks that she’s fat
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But she isn’t but you don’t love her anyway
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And you don’t love your mother
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And you know that you should
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And you wish that you would
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But you don’t anyway
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Poor little rich boy, all the world is okay
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The water runs off your skin and down into the drain
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You’re reading Fitzgerald, you’re reading Hemmingway
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They’re both super smart and drinking in the cafes
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And you don’t love your girlfriend
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You don’t love your girlfriend
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And you think that you should but she thinks that she’s fat
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But she isn’t but you don’t love her anyway
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And you don’t love your mother
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And you know that you should
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And you wish that you would
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But you don’t anyway
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You’re so young, you’re so goddamn young
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You’re so young, you’re so goddamn young
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You’re so young, you’re so goddamn young
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You’re so goddamn young
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You’re so goddamn young
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You’re so young, you’re so goddamn young
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You’re so young, you’re so goddamn young
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You’re so goddamn young
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And you don’t love your girlfriend x4
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Poor Little Rich Boy
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| Regina Spektor |
