Uriah Heep Poor Little Rich Girl
You say you're gonna testify Lie away, lie away So you're gonna gun me down Go ahead, fire away You say you'll bring the curtain down Turn around, walk away You're gonna close this theatre down Go ahead, stop the play Your money talks, you pull the strings Someone waits, in the wings You flick the switch, the dancer falls You deal the cards, the dealer calls in your game CHORUS: Poor little rich girl Your money talks, you pull the strings It's a shame, poor little rich girl Your money burns, we all have wings You say you're gonna leave this town Fly away, fly away So you gonna shoot me down Go ahead Your money burns Your money stings Another script, left on the floor Another face is shown the door in your game CHORUS: Poor little rich girl Your money talks, you pull the strings It's a shame, poor little rich girl Your money burns, we all have wings In the game, poor little rich girl It's easy come, it's easy go It's a shame, poor little rich girl You lock the door, close the show
