| Another day of tryin' to place
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| Just where your heart should belong
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| And just what the hell is wrong
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| Been born with a silver spoon
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| But you’d like love under the moon
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| Someone that you could invest in
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| Someone you could caress
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| Life is more than time and money
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| That’s easy to spend
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| When you know that she’s out there
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| You know that she’s out there
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| Lookin' for the girl whose eyes
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| Outsparkle all of your gold
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| And a heart that’s bigger than Times Square
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| Poor boy wakes up with an achin' head
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| And someone strange in bed
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| Who looked just fine late at night
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| But not in broad daylight
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| Poor boy with your Midas touch
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| Hasn’t helped your heartache much
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| It’s time to take an account
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| Of what life’s all about
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| Life is more than time and money
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| That’s easy to spend
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| When you know that she’s out there
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| You know that she’s out there
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| Lookin' for the girl whose eyes
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| Outsparkle all of your gold
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| And a heart that’s bigger than Times Square
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| Poor rich boy, you’ve got to face
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| Another day of tryin' to place
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| Just where your heart should belong
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| And just what the hell is wrong
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| Poor rich boy
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| Life is more than time and money
|
| That’s easy to spend
|
| When you know that she’s out there
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| You know that she’s out there
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| Lookin' for the girl whose eyes
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| Outsparkle all of your gold
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| And a heart that’s bigger than Times Square
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| Poor rich boy
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| Poor rich boy |