IǣŽ a rich mans toy
Sick of the way youǣ›e been putting me
down Sick of all your stupid games
IǣŽ a rich mans toy
Youǣ–e a son of a gun and IǣŽ easily led
Coming up sometimes for air
IǣŽ a rich mans toy
Sick of the way youǣ›e been putting me
down Sick of all your stupid games
A toy - when you die theyǣl burn your
bones But theyǣl never destroy your
reamins
You must be the king of the world
IǣŽ a rich mans toy
The duchess envoy said when I was a
kind
Youǣ€ smack me around on a whim
IǣŽ a rich mans toy
Your boyfriend moved all my things in
the hall
- Didnǣ˜ know you were sleeping with
him

IǣŽ a rich mans toy
With powder and make-up
Dɽ©u think that I scrub well?
Watching you wake up
Whoǣ— right whoǣ— not
Whoǣ— gonna get it now that IǣŽ a
rich mans toy
Whatǣ— the matter with me?
Whatǣ— the matter with you?
Whatǣ— the matter with me?
Read us the riot act
Or read off your cues
Powder and make-up
Watching you wake up
Do you think I scrub well
Whoǣ— right whoǣ— not?
Who owes who what
Whoǣ— gonna get it now...
IǣŽ a rich mans toy