Sick Rich Girl

How does everyone fall in love like that?
Mm
I'm at this party and it's going downhill fast
Ooh

And I had
Three shots of tequila
They weren't needed
But baby
No one would hold my hand
And I thought
Thought maybe
It'd make it
More bearable to fake it
I think I fucked up bad

Oh I guess I'm just addicted
To things that make me sick
Oh I guess I'm just addicted
To things that make me rich

Like wealthy men
Come and break my heart again
All that mediocre sex
But they write me checks

Vera Wang
Got a dress to hide the pain
Seven bottles of champagne
Spilled them all and made a mess

How does everyone live such boring lives?
Mm
Aren't they aware that they're always gonna die?

Oh I guess I'm just addicted
To things that make me sick
Oh I guess I'm just addicted
To things that make me rich

Like penthouse suites
See the skyline not the trees
Everybody wants to be
Like the girl I am

Louboutin's
They hurt so much I can't walk
But the symbol says it all
And that's fucking sad

Oh I guess I'm just addicted
To things that make me sick
Oh I guess I'm just addicted
To things that make me rich

Cause oh right now I'm so addicted
To things that make me sick
Oh baby I'm so afflicted
I don't what it is
Oh save me I'm so addicted to things that make me rich
Oh baby I'm
Oh baby I'm
Oh baby I'm
(make me sick)



Credits
Writer(s): Elena Goddard, Pablo San Martin
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