Lyrics She's a Millionaire - Catatonia, Tommy D And Roland Herrington

She's a Millionaire

Her treasure chest was sunken
Equally cursed and blessed
In her Versace dress
Too eager to impress
A vision filled her soap sud hell
Twin tub on spin
Lets all her daydreams in And how she wants away from him
She’s on it She’s a millionaire
She’s on it She’s got it She’s a millionaire
High street prams
Chariot scene from Ben Hur
Push chair rage
A customised roll bar cage
Will help baby come of age
So what’s in the pram?
Is it teen death?
Bazooka the check-out queue
There’s no need to argue
About who was in front of who
She’s on it She’s a millionaire
She’s on it She’s got it She’s a millionaire
The ad begs 'Buy bottled water'
But we know that it tastes of piss
Should be getting our tampons free
DIY gynaecology
She’s on it She’s a millionaire
She’s on it She’s got it She’s a millionaire