Midday in the underground
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There's a teenage girl
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Selling music for her bed
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I'll be the one that you look upon
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Thank your lucky stars
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That you walk in your own shoes
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Clip clop past a sleeping bag
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And a woolly hat
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Lying open on the ground
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Give money and sympathy,
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Hold your little girl
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Like you won't see her again
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Does anyone know all
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The places you go
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On a day like today
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I drink champagne from a straw
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And I get my own way,
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He loves me above them all
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And there's no such thing as poor little rich girls
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On a day like today
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I've got my all-over-tan
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And my tummy tuck,
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My two babies, boy and girl
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Big house in the country
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With expensive bags
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For my scary little dog
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My man sleeps around a bit,
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Keeps him from my bed,
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One less job for me to do
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I'm the one you look up to
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And wish on every star
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For one day in my high shoes
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Can anyone hear mmmmm....
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It's hollow in here
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On a day like today
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I drink champagne from a straw
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And I get my own way,
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He chose me above them all
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And there's no such thing as poor little rich girls
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In a day like today
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A day like today
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A day like today
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A day like today
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Oh,
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Can anyone hear mmmmm....
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It's hollow in here
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On a day like today
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I drink champagne from a straw
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And I get my own way,
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He loves me above them all
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And there's no such thing as poor little rich girls
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On a day like today
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I drink champagne from a straw
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And I get my own way,
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He loves me above them all
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And there's no such thing as poor little rich girls
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On a day like today
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Champagne From A Straw
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Andrea Corr |