Champagne From A Straw Midday in the underground There's a teenage girl Selling music for her bed I'll be the one that you look upon Thank your lucky stars That you walk in your own shoes Clip clop past a sleeping bag And a woolly hat Lying open on the ground Give money and sympathy, Hold your little girl Like you won't see her again
Does anyone know all The places you go On a day like today I drink champagne from a straw And I get my own way, He loves me above them all And there's no such thing as poor little rich girls On a day like today I've got my all-over-tan And my tummy tuck, My two babies, boy and girl Big house in the country With expensive bags For my scary little dog My man sleeps around a bit, Keeps him from my bed, One less job for me to do I'm the one you look up to And wish on every star
For one day in my high shoes
Can anyone hear mmmmm.... It's hollow in here On a day like today I drink champagne from a straw And I get my own way, He chose me above them all And there's no such thing as poor little rich girls In a day like today A day like today A day like today A day like today Oh, Can anyone hear mmmmm.... It's hollow in here On a day like today I drink champagne from a straw And I get my own way, He chose me above them all And there's no such thing as poor little rich girls In a day like today On a day like today I drink champagne from a straw And I get my own way, He loves me above them all And there's no such thing as poor little rich girls On a day like today Andrea Corr-Champagne from a straw