Aston Martin in Paris

I'd rather cry inside an Aston Martin car My life is sweet like margarita in a cup I'd rather cry inside an Aston Martin car Strawberry seats, all with the black exterior My life is sweet like margarita in a cup Don't wake me up till we're in Paris He said the sun gets all its heat just from my smile When you got money baby life is so worthwhile I'll turn the music up and never change the dial Ooh, take me to Paris Ooh, so many sights to see I won't die unless it's in the back of a fancy car Ooh, modern royalty Ooh, retail therapy Ooh, happy, happy, dopey little money dreams I'd rather cry inside an Aston Martin car I left the brother near the junction by the bar I'd rather sit alone and count my money up Don't wake me up till we're in Paris Ooh, take me to Paris Ooh, so many sights to see I won't die unless it's in the back of a fancy car Ooh, modern royalty Ooh, retail therapy Ooh, happy, happy, dopey little money dreams