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Midday in the
underground
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There 's a teenage
girl selling music for a bed
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I'll be the one
that you look upon
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And thank your
lucky stars
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That you walk
in your own shoes
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Clip clop past
a sleeping bag
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And a wooly hat
lying open on the ground
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Give money and
sympathy
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Hold your
little girl like you won't see her again
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Does anyone
know,
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the places you go.
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On a day like
today I drink champagne from a straw
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And I get my
own way,
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He loves me
above them all
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And there's no
such thing as poor little rich girls on day like
today.
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I've got my all
over tan and my tummy tucks,
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My two babies
boy and girl.
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Big house in
the country with expensive bags from my scary
little dog.
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My man sleeps
around a bit,
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Keeps him from
my bed,
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One less job
for me to do.
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I'm the one you
look up to and wish on every star for one day in
my high shoes.
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Can anyone hear
it's hollow in here.
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One a day like
today I drink champagne from a straw
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And I get my
own way,
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He chose me
above them all
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And there's no such thing as poor
little rich girls in a day like today.
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A day like
today. A day like today. A day like today.
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Can anyone hear
it's hollow in here.
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On a day like
today I drink champagne from a straw
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And I get my
own way,
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He loves me
above them all
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And ther's not such thing as poor
little rich girls on a day like today.
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I drink
champagne from a straw and I get my own way,
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He loves me
above them all
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And there's no such thing as poor
little rich girls on a day like today.
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