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
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written by CORR, ANDREA JANE
Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group