Poor Little Rich Girl

You say youre gonna testify Lie away, lie away So youre gonna gun me down Go ahead, fire away You say youll Bring the curtain down Turn around, walk away Youre gonna close This theatre down Go ahead, stop the play Your money talks You pull the strings Someone waits in the wings You flick the switch, the dancer falls You deal the cards The dealer calls in your game Poor little rich girl, your money talks You pull the strings Its a shame, poor little rich girl Your money burns We all have wings You say youre gonna Leave this town, fly away, fly away So you gonna Shoot me down, go ahead Your money burns Your money stings Another song that no one sings Another script left on the floor Another face is shown the door In your game Poor little rich girl, your money talks You pull the strings Its a shame, poor little rich girl Your money burns We all have wings In the game, poor little rich girl Its easy come, its easy go Its a shame, poor little rich girl You lock the door, close the show Its a game