Midday in the underground

There’s a teenage girl

Selling music for her bed

I’ll be the one that you look upon

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 all

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 mmmmm....

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

Oh,

Can anyone hear mmmmm....

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

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

Andrea Corr-Champagne from a straw