Sima Cunningham Beautiful And Broke
Cocaine on the table, fancy coffee time
I am less than able, but I'll spend my dime
Meet up in the city and I've moved onto another relationship
More love, less commitment and I'm just messing around this town is mine
There's a fable, told at tables, full of people
Beautiful and they're broke
All the people I like to think I'd like to be like
I could believe they so see it, so need it, so want to take the world by surprise
Fifty dollar t-shirt, three-buck chuck of wine
Out of cash for dinner, but on rent I'm fine
Meet up in the city and I've moved on to another internship
More pay, less commitment and I'm just messing around this town is mine
I only work under the table
I stay afloat and drunk if able
I cut the heat but keep the cable
I only work under the table, table, table, table