Lykke Li - Rich Kids Blues Lyrics
Mama, I got your white lie waysMama, there's nothing you can do or sayI got the rich kid's blues and they got nothing to do with youI got the rich kid's blues and I'm not sure that I'm pulling throughWhy you, why you over my head?Mama, she told me keep your eyes on the trophyAnd the sighing, sighing is out of your bedAnd the delirious gestures are so easily misreadMama, got your white lie tasteMama, there's nothing you can do or sayI got the rich kid's blues and they got nothing to do with youI got the rich kid's blues and I'm not sure that I'm pulling throughI got the rich kid's blues and they got nothing to do with youI got the rich kid's blues and I'm not sure that I'm pulling throughI got the rich kid's bluesMama, got your white lie waysMama, got the rich kid's blues