| Yes, I got it all
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| Prestige, class, fortune
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| Good help is so hard to find
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| Except my tennis pro
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| (My husband doesn’t know)
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| They’re all trapped in the system
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| Unbeknownst to them they’re trapped with no glass
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| Hello there
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| I give to many charities
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| It’s just a tax write off
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| They breed, just like rats it seems
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| Why don’t they get a job
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| I mean really it’s so simple for them
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| I mean we’re the ones paying the rent
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| And the food and. |
| all the taxes
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| My God what more do they want
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| Money Money Money Money Money
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| Money Money Money Money Money
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| It makes the world go round
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| I was bred to be special
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| You’re not one of us
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| So don’t try to fit in
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| We’ll just laugh you away
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| I get meloncholy sometimes
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| My shrink says im repressed
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| I’m just like my mother I guess
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| Same class, wealth… bland husband |