Champagne From A Straw
Andrea Corr - 《Ten Feet High》
Midday in the underground
Selling music for her bed
I'll be the one that you look upon
That you walk in your own shoes
Clip clop past a sleeping bag
Like you won't see her again
I drink champagne from a straw
He loves me above them all
And there's no such thing as poor little rich girls
My two babies boy and girl
My man sleeps around a bit
One less job for me to do
I'm the one you look up to
For one day in my high shoes
I drink champagne from a straw
He chose me above them all
And there's no such thing as poor little rich girls
I drink champagne from a straw
He loves me above them all
And there's no such thing as poor little rich girls