Rich Girl

When I asked about your poor bodies,

"Were the murderous too?"

You said "It had many bearings

Upon the likes of me and you"

So we buried them to neck height

And we kicked off all their heads

Funny little questions, better left, better never, ever said

So I asked about your dead mother

"Was she beautiful too?"

"Just a little bit warmer,

Than the likes of me and you"

Well I'm no F. Scott Fitgerald

But I know a champagne birth

So she had many

And she delivered you your word

I asked if you were lonely

you said it didn't matter

these are old emotions,

We need to bury them and leave them

Move on to something new

We need to bury them and leave them

But I can't leave even you

So if it's making everybody happy

Writing songs about shit

Well I know i'm not supposed to be serious about it, but I'm serious about it

But I don't wanna fight no battle

And I don't want to feel love a first time

But if the stuff comes better when I'm on my own

Then I'll make it so I'm on my own

You asked me if I'm lonely

But I guess it doesn't matter

It's an old emotion

I need to bury them and leave them all

Find last romantic year

And I grow ol-ol-ol-ol-ol-old

You were the first time that year

But then I tremble at the sight of you

All the things that fortify me

Are all the things that petrify you

So you bury them and leave them

And I take them off of you

I only asked if you were lonely

And you said it didn't matter

These are old emotions

We need to bury them and leave them

Move on to something new

We need to bury them and leave them

Little bodies in the backyard

We need to bury them and leave them

But I can't leave you