Yeah, the money that she made
Tell you the truth, never took her so far
And all those cars that she loved
Never racked miles up on odometers
And all those musclemen she touched
Were never there on the morning after
And down the catwalk she danced
While all her friends were calling after her
La (oooh)
La (oooh)
La (oooh)
Yeah, what the bitch could afford
Didn't do much to cure her boredom
And all the men that took her trust
Were quick to call up on all their love for her
And the voice she would project
Made her seem so self-assured
And the story she made
Is polluted in faith
The glory at the bottom
La (oooh)
La (oooh)
La (oooh)
Yeah, the money that she made
Tell you the truth, never took her so far
And all those cars that she loved
Never racked miles up on odometers
And the princess that they thought she was
Had become so very hard
And the stereo that played her songs
Was taking off the same cold chords
La (oooh)
La (oooh)
La (oooh)
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