I may be a rich man's daughter
And have servants of my own
I can snap my fingers
And I could have anything I want

Sometimes I look out my window
See lovers, hand-in-hand, walk by
They see the diamonds I wear
But not the tears of envy in my eye

Oh, when will the good apples fall on my side of the fence?
When will I taste the sweet fruits of life?
When will the sun smile for me, through great cloudy skies above?
When will I find my true, true love?

Well, my daddy says, "Don't worry"
And my daddy says, "Just wait
I'm going to find you a rich man's son
And bring him to our gate"

Sometimes I look out my window
See lovers, hand-in-hand, walk by
Daddy doesn't know it:
There are some things that money just can't buy

Oh, when will the good apples fall on my side of the fence?
When will I taste the sweet fruits of life?
When will the sun smile for me, through great cloudy skies above?
When will I find my true, true love?

When will I find my true, true love?
When will I find my true, true love?
When will I find my true, true love?