Everyday I see you wearing things,
that have never been worn before,
While your children at the government schools send money for the poor.
And all you buy you bargained for,
With your little mind,
So that from your silks down to your palimony
You're tre tre elegance.
(Chorus)
So it's the back beach in the summer,
The chalet for the snow
You poor
You got really no place to go
(verse)
Inside the empty castle
Your lonely heart will dwell
The life that she's been losing
Like some stoney bagged motel
The loving that you never found
don't know the reason why
You poor Hoochie Goochi Fiorucci mama
Don't you cry
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