She was a new mini-beauty queen

Money drugs magazines

That didn't do nothing

Nah didn't do nothing



They gave her diamonds, shiny boys

City speak, every joy

That didn't do nothing

No nothing for her



You can lead a horse to water

But you can't expect it to drink

Now ain't that something, now ain't that something

Yeah when the world is at your gate

That won't satiate

Why are you crying

If you work for nothing at all?



Don't be a fly in my martini, baby come on down

That roof is high and I'm not climbing tonight

Come down and I'll give you something (hey!) to cry about



Fast cars, (putcha in) bars

Trial and it drown in the scars

It won't do nothing, it won't do nothing

Even the best frame won't change

Your wet paint and you choose the mona lisa, the mona lisa

You've got to dry your eyes baby

I know it's your party and you

Cry if you want, cry if you want to

Yeah when the world is at your gate

And that don't fill your plate

Why are you crying?

If you work for nothing at all



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Don't be a fly in my martini, baby come on down

That roof is high and I'm not climbing tonight

Come down and I'll give you something (hey!) to cry about