Poor Little Rich Girl

Posted by JillLovato on 9th January 2013 in Country Lyrics

I met you in the fall
Comin down two bottles of red
And everything, you said
Your Prada life, and feather bed
Still its not enough, you said
I might as well, be dead

Daddy’s planning a take over
Mommys getting a make over
What about you
Who’s taken care of you
Who’ll turn down your bed
You said I might as well, be dead

I thought I said
Pull your head outta your ass
It’s you that made this mess
While we live 2nd hand
Last night you were out with the band
With everything, you got nothing
Poor little, Rich Girl
Ain’t ya somethen

Pull down your blinds
A DU.I. you’ll never do time
No matter what you do
A blank check, who’s it going to
Nothing we cant clean up
Nothing we cant cover up
Nothing we cant do
We all wanna be like you or We all wanna be you

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