| I may be a rich man’s daughter
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| And have servants of my own
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| I can snap my fingers
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| And I could have anything I want
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| Sometimes I look out my window
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| See lover’s hand in hand walk by
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| They see the diamonds I wear
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| But not the tears of envy in my eye
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| Oh when will the good apples fall on my side of the fence
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| When will I taste the sweet fruits of life
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| When will the sun smile for me through great cloudy skies above
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| When will I find my true true love
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| Well my daddy says
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| Don’t worry
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| And my daddy says
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| Just wait
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| I’m going to find you a rich man’s son
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| And bring him to our gate
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| Sometimes I look out my window
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| See lovers hand in hand walk by
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| Daddy doesn’t know it
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| There are some things that money just can’t buy
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| Oh when will the good apples fall on my side of the fence
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| When will I taste the sweet fruits of life
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| When will the sun smile for me through great cloudy skies above
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| When will I find my true true love
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| When will I find my true true love
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| When will I find my true true love
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| When will I find my true true love
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| When will I find my true true love |