Everyday i see you wearing things that have never been worn before
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While the children at the government schools send money for the poor
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And all you buy you bargain for, with your little man
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So that from your silks down to your paramour
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Your tres, tres, paragon
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So it's a backbeach in the summer
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The chalet for the snow
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You poor hoochie gucci fiorucci mama
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You got really no place to go
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Antiques flown in from Venice fill your house upon the hill
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While your money sold the soul love of rock and roll
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For some cheap disco thrill
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I've seen your peers pouting over beers
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The loneliness it showed
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Mistaking tacky sex for sensuality
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They bought in Toorak Road
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So it's a backbeach in the summer
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The chalet for the snow
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You poor hoochie gucci fiorucci mama
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You got really no place to go
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Inside her empty castle
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Her lonely heart will dwell
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The life that she's been losing's
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Like some stony bagatelle
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The loving that you never found
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You don't know the reason why
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Oh hoochie gucci fiorucci mama
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Don't you cry
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Hoochie Gucci Fiorucci Mama
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