Iç¢ A RICH MANS TOY
Iç£ a rich mans toy Sick of the way youç£e been putting me down Sick of all your stupid games Iç£ a rich mans toy Youç£e a son of a gun and Iç£ easily led Coming up sometimes for air Iç£ a rich mans toy Sick of the way youç£e been putting me down Sick of all your stupid games A toy - when you die theyç£l burn your bones But theyç£l never destroy your reamins You must be the king of the world Iç£ a rich mans toy The duchess envoy said when I was a kind Youç£ smack me around on a whim Iç£ a rich mans toy Your boyfriend moved all my things in the hall - Didnç£ know you were sleeping with him Iç£ a rich mans toy With powder and make-up D齩u think that I scrub well? Watching you wake up Whoç£ right whoç£ not Whoç£ gonna get it now that Iç£ a rich mans toy Whatç£ the matter with me? Whatç£ the matter with you? Whatç£ the matter with me? Read us the riot act Or read off your cues Powder and make-up Watching you wake up Do you think I scrub well Whoç£ right whoç£ not? Who owes who what Whoç£ gonna get it now... Iç£ a rich mans toy