Champagne From a Straw
Artist: Andrea Corr
Midday in the underground
There's a teenage girl
Selling music for her bed
I'll be the one that you look upon
Thank your lucky stars
That you walk in your own shoes
Clip clop past a sleeping bag
And a woolly hat
Lying open on the ground
Give money and sympathy,
Hold your little girl
Like you won't see her again
Does anyone know all
The places you go
On a day like today
I drink champagne from a straw
And I get my own way,
He loves me above them all
And there's no such thing as poor little rich girls
On a day like today
I've got my all-over-tan
And my tummy tuck,
My two babies, boy and girl
Big house in the country
With expensive bags
For my scary little dog
My man sleeps around a bit,
Keeps him from my bed,
One less job for me to do
I'm the one you look up to
And wish on every star
For one day in my high shoes
Can anyone hear mmmmm....
It's hollow in here
On a day like today
I drink champagne from a straw
And I get my own way,
He chose me above them all
And there's no such thing as poor little rich girls
In a day like today
A day like today
A day like today
A day like today
Oh,
Can anyone hear mmmmm....
It's hollow in here
On a day like today
I drink champagne from a straw
And I get my own way,
He chose me above them all
And there's no such thing as poor little rich girls
In a day like today
On a day like today
I drink champagne from a straw
And I get my own way,
He loves me above them all
And there's no such thing as poor little rich girls
On a day like today |