Poor Little Rich Girl

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[Verse 1] You complain the house feels cold From your room with the marble floor Your driver waits beside the gate While you say the world’s unfair [Chorus] Poor little rich girl, what a terrible plight The help took Sunday and the curtains aren’t right You’ve got the whole county to cushion your fall Still you want sympathy, still you want it all [Verse 2] You wear your mother’s pearls to town And call the market girl “too loud” Your father signs another cheque You sigh and say you’re hard-pressed [Chorus] Poor little rich girl, what a terrible plight The help took Sunday and the curtains aren’t right You’ve got the whole county to cushion your fall Still you want sympathy, still you want it all [Bridge] Your tears come dressed in cashmere Your sorrow has a staff You pity every little thing Then laugh behind your glass [Final Chorus] Poor little rich girl, hear the workers laugh You cry in a carriage while we split the draft You’ve got the whole county to cushion your fall Still you want sympathy, still you want it all [Outro] Still you want it all Still you want it all