champagne from a straw

midday in the underground

there's a teenage girl selling music for her bed. i'll be the one that you look upon

and 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

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

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. can anyone hear

it's hollow in here. 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 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.