Lykke Li
Lykke Li - Rich kids blues lyrics
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Hover, hover, straight to my head The riches are dry of leaving the lie And bringing trouble, trouble back in my head Where nobody can save me, 'cause the smoke is my baby Mama, I got your white lie ways Mama, there’s nothing you can do or say I got the rich kids blues and they got nothing to do with you I got the rich kids blues and I’m not sure that I'll pull it through Why, oh, why you're over my head Mama, she told me keep your eyes on the trophy And the sighing, sighing is out of your bed And the delirious gestures are so easily misread Mama, got your white lie taste Mama, there’s nothing you can do or say I got the rich kids blues and they got nothing to do with you I got the rich kids blues and I’m not sure that I'll pull it through I got the rich kids blues and they got nothing to do with you I got the rich kids blues and I’m not sure that I'll pull it through I got the rich kids blues Mama, got your white lie ways Mama, got the rich kids blues