Tripod
Tripod - Old Money songtekst
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I'm ... in a moment in my life When I want more Than just some pretty head Some random girl to warm my bed No, I'm content Cos I finally know exactly what I want - Old money Old money I'd really like to meet a girl who comes from Old money Old money Some pointless twit who thinks i'm scum She'd have to be the kind of girl Who wouldn't know How to toast a piece of bread The kind of girl who, if you said 'Where's the laundry?', she would answer 'How the hell would I know, Is it near the stable?' And at the table I would mispronounce the foods and she would laugh at me Her parents scowl As I get confused by all the fancy cutlery They're just plain better than me Old money, Old money Ooh yeah, ooh yeah She'd ... always be extremely rude To the help And, when she's not around The help would then be rude to me Cos they can see That she's just using me to get back at her father And the butler Is the only one who's ever really nice to me We play at dice And he teaches me the finer points of falconry Until the day her father summons him up to the study The next day, we go fishing Him and me I'm unpacking my sandwich When he throws me in the water And beats me with the oars until i drown Yeah, that'd be sweet Old money Old money And she'll look back on me as just a fad Old money Old money, old money Only using me to get at her dad