Fancy Pants

In the window of the attic
All filled with dolls
She lines them up
One by one
And entertains them all
Rusted bent silver spoons
And broken plastic forks
Hurry back for a chat, babe
But make it short

She'll have her cake
And eat yours too
Then drink your tears
Right in front of you
She'll crush your heart
Tear you apart
Oh fancy pants
So hot to trot

Fancy pants
Fancy pants
Fancy pants
Whoa

All her future suitors
Just stand and wait
She's gonna watch them all starve
Without a taste

She wants to leave this all behind
And go see the world
A borrowed suitcase, faded passport
And a broken girl

She'll have her cake
And eat yours too
Then drink your tears
Right in front of you
She'll crush your heart
Tear you apart
Oh fancy pants
So hot to trot

She'll have her cake
And eat yours too
Then drink your tears
Right in front of you
She'll crush your heart
Tear you apart
Oh fancy pants
So hot to trot
She'll have her cake
And eat yours too
Then drink your tears
Right in front of you
She'll crush your heart
Tear you apart
Oh fancy pants
So hot to trot



Credits
Writer(s): Robert Ingle, Walter Miles
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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