Monday, July 29, 2013

Walk into the place like we own the town
but of course we ain't never been there

But sweetie money gets you into places
especially 'cause Daddy has money everywhere

So maybe we do own everything
but darling, how could that ever be bad?

We run this school like New York City
You get to the top by being so pretty

So when we walk into class like it's our personal room
Sweetheart, it may as well be

So don't be crying 'cause I stepped on you
It was only 'cause you'll never be as perfect as me