Rich Girls
I'm sick of always feeling like I gotta put me, to the side
Yeah, you only call me when there's something you need
To get off your mind
And don't come crying to me
Another privileged tragedy
One, Two, Three, Four (So Sad)
I don't wanna grow up, but I think that it's time
Woohoo
Won't somebody please tell me that it's gonna be fine
Woohoo
Your silver spoon keeps you fed
How did I get in this mess oh
I'm just a poor boy living in a rich girl's life
I swear to God, everything that I own is used
And where I'm from, we don't spend a thousand on shoes
You run me down, I wish I never met you at all
I hate this town, cause everybody leaves for the
Falling down on your knees
You won't get my sympathy
And don't come crying to me
Another privileged tragedy
One, Two, Three, Four (So Sad)
I don't wanna grow up, but I think that it's time
Woohoo
Won't somebody please tell me that it's gonna be fine
Woohoo
Your silver spoon keeps you fed
How did I get in this mess oh
I'm just a poor boy living in a rich girl's life
Should of seen from miles away
That you were just another pretty face
And I learned from this mistake
You can never trust a trust fund bae
I don't wanna grow up, but I think that it's time
(One day) One, Two, Three, Four
Won't somebody please tell me that it's gonna be fine
Your silver spoon keeps you fed
How did I get in this mess oh
I'm just a poor boy living in a rich girl's life
Woohoo
Oh yeah
Yeah, you only call me when there's something you need
To get off your mind
And don't come crying to me
Another privileged tragedy
One, Two, Three, Four (So Sad)
I don't wanna grow up, but I think that it's time
Woohoo
Won't somebody please tell me that it's gonna be fine
Woohoo
Your silver spoon keeps you fed
How did I get in this mess oh
I'm just a poor boy living in a rich girl's life
I swear to God, everything that I own is used
And where I'm from, we don't spend a thousand on shoes
You run me down, I wish I never met you at all
I hate this town, cause everybody leaves for the
Falling down on your knees
You won't get my sympathy
And don't come crying to me
Another privileged tragedy
One, Two, Three, Four (So Sad)
I don't wanna grow up, but I think that it's time
Woohoo
Won't somebody please tell me that it's gonna be fine
Woohoo
Your silver spoon keeps you fed
How did I get in this mess oh
I'm just a poor boy living in a rich girl's life
Should of seen from miles away
That you were just another pretty face
And I learned from this mistake
You can never trust a trust fund bae
I don't wanna grow up, but I think that it's time
(One day) One, Two, Three, Four
Won't somebody please tell me that it's gonna be fine
Your silver spoon keeps you fed
How did I get in this mess oh
I'm just a poor boy living in a rich girl's life
Woohoo
Oh yeah
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Writer(s): David Karbal
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