- 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
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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