| The wealthy ones like you look down
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| On the common folk like me
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| Makin' bets to what degree of fool we are
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| Through your rose-coloured windows
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| You see yourself above us
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| Standin' in the mud and gazin' at the stars
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| But the rich and poor have in common
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| The common cold, the heartburn and the heartache
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| Put our pants on just the same
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| Your worth don’t make you better, babe
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| 'Cause I can tread water, babe
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| As long as you think you make it rain
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| While you got your raisin', girl
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| And your diamond-studded world
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| I got pulled up on the hungry side o' town
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| I cut my teeth on bacon rind
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| There ain’t no hide as tough as mine
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| But it might be fun awhile to be your clown
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| So, get your whip and do your thing
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| And I’ll run around the ring
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| Ride my white horse, wear my armour too
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| Aah, but I don’t easy blister, babe
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| I’ll be your Court Jester, babe
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| Don’t think you won’t pay the fiddler too
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| I put your hand in mine
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| It was a shockin' time to find
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| The water hot, the current strong and deep and wet
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| You had me strugglin' for a time
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| A-draggin' on your line
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| But never fear, this fish will never swim
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| While you’re playin' with my mind
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| I’ll be payin' with your money, honey
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| As long as your account can stand the drain
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| I’ll fan the flame and make it hotter
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| 'Cause I think I can walk on water
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| As long as you can make it rain
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| Aww, I’ll hang around awhile
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| Study your style
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| Come out a whole lot wiser man indeed
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| 'Cause the last time anyone as grand
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| As you appeared and looked around
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| Found the grandest star up in the East
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| Hey, but I don’t see no halo
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| Just a little girl with a lot of gold
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| Wantin' one more trinket for her golden scene
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| Aah, but you got a hot one hangin', kid
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| Don’t let him say you never did your best
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| Be my guest, make it rain
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| Aah, make it rain
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| Babe, make it rain
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| Make it rain
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| Oh, make it rain |