she has everything, but all she does is complain... watch out what you complain about, Karma can turn the tables on you...
lyrics
Poor little rich girl turning around in circles
Trapped in a gilded cage of trusts and sparkles...
You dream of freedom just like you see on TV,
Of rock & roll, travel, and love so carefree...
But all the boys you cross just seem so shallow,
Country clubs and boats are all they know...
It just doesn’t seem fair, ‘cause you know better;
You need to find the key that will get you out of here...
‘Cause your daddy’s rich and your mama’s lost in space
and you’ve got a world of hurt tattooed on your face
and all you ever wanted was a baby to hold and embrace
but all the boys you know just want fast cars they can race...
so you go to college and boy, this feels so right:
with no one to watch over you, the future’s so bright,
and at a party one night, you see him playing in a corner...
well, the guitar’s nice, but it’s the voice that bowled you over.
And he writes songs just for you in minor keys,
he plays them for your friends, and they get weak at the knees,
not a penny to his name, but a genius in the making,
your parents just don’t get it, but it doesn’t mean a thing
‘Cause your daddy’s rich and your mama’s lost in space
and you’ve got a world of joy tattooed on your face
and all you ever wanted was a baby to hold and embrace
and now you’ve found that boy and you both have dream you can chase...
‘Cause when your faith is strong, love finds a way...
the chapels in Las Vegas are open every day.
twenty years down the road and every day is a haze,
5 million records sold, but you’re still in a daze;
you have six cars, a boat, a dog and three different homes,
but the pills just seem to flow when you’re home alone...
‘cause your hubby’s on the road 300 days a year,
and your baby’s all grown up, he’s out of here
he knows better than you and yearns to be free,
you’d love to help him out, but it seems you’ve lost the key...
‘cause your hubby’s rich and you are lost in space,
you’ve got a world of hurt tattooed on your face
and all you ever wanted was a baby to hold and embrace
but now he’s all grown up and just wants fast cars to race...
‘cause your hubby’s rich and you are lost in space,
you’ve got a world of hurt tattooed on your face
and all you ever wanted was a baby to hold and embrace
but now he’s all grown up and just wants fast girls to chase...
poor little rich girl...
credits
from Alive and Flying part 3,
released May 31, 2018
words by Lawrence Collins, music by L. Collins & M. Seyedan
LC - Lead vocals & guitar
Mr. Fly - percussion & back vocals
Nicolas Baudino - keyboard & saxophone
Nicolas Veysseyre - bass
Lawrence Collins is an american-egyptian singer songwriter, born in France and brought up in France, England, India, and the
United States who speaks 4 languages fluently. His music reflects a life spent travelling and experimenting with different cultures, and he has produced 8 studio albums, a movie soundtrack, a live album, and played over 1700 shows during his 20 year career....more
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