So rich, So pretty

I like a girl with caked up makeup
in the sunshine smoking cigarettes to pass the time
who wakes up to a bottle of wine on the nightstand
bites and scratches the blinds
but I ain't found one quite right yet
so I step with pep to the park or supermarket
her apartment best be messy
Alisa don't mind when I call her Leslie she's gotta dress with class
and Jean Paul Gaultier and a Hermes bag and four inch tips made of ostrich
sharp enough to slit your wrists her lips spread gossip
won't say sorry when she offends
she comes over to my place in her old man's Benz
in gold and silver and jewels of all colors
and she doesn't take them off when we're tearing up the covers

come on and get it before I change my mind
come on kid, don't waste my time
so rich, so pretty
the best piece of ass in the whole damn city
so rich, so pretty...

I like a girl who eats and brings it up
a sassy little frassy with bulimia
her best friend's a plastic surgeon
and when her Beamer's in the shop she rolls the Benz
manis and pedis on Sundays and Wednesdays
money from mommy lovely in Versace
costly sprees, it's on at Barney's
and I love to watch her go through fifty g's calmly
she gets naughty with her pilates body
and thinks it's really funny when her nose goes bloody
'cause the blow is so yummy and it keeps her tummy empty
and makes her act more friendly
dance the night away
and she won't say nothing when she makes your man stray

come on and get it before I change my mind
come on kid, don't waste my time
so rich, so pretty
come on and get it before I change my mind
come on kid, don't waste my time
so rich, so pretty
the best piece of ass in this whole damn city

I've had your kind before, Mickey
go get my purse, Mickey
lock the door, Mickey
you're just a midnight snack
shhhh, don't talk back
you're just a boy Mickey
you're just a toy Mickey
you're just a boy Mickey

come on and get it before I change my mind
come on kid, don't waste my time
so rich, so pretty
the best piece of ass in this whole damn city
so rich, so pretty
so rich, so pretty
so rich, so pretty
the best piece of ass in this whole damn city

so rich, so pretty
so rich, so rich
so pretty, so pretty
Mickey, Mickey
so pretty, so pretty
Mickey, Mickey
the best piece of ass in this whole damn city
Mickey, Mickey
the best piece of ass in this whole damn city
Mickey, Mickey
the best piece of ass in this whole damn city
Mickey, Mickey

So rich, So pretty -- Mickey Avalon

Power of Goodbye

Your heart is not open so I must go
The spell has been broken, I loved you so
Freedom comes when you learn to let go
Creation comes when you learn to say no

You were my lesson I had to learn
I was your fortress you had to burn
Pain is a warning that something's wrong
I pray to God that it won't be long
Do ya wanna go higher?

Chorus:

There's nothing left to try
There's no place left to hide
There's no greater power
Than the power of good-bye

Your heart is not open so I must go
The spell has been broken, I loved you so
You were my lesson I had to learn
I was your fortress

Chorus2:

There's nothing left to lose
There's no more heart to bruise
There's no greater power
Than the power of good-bye

Learn to say good-bye
I yearn to say good-bye




The Power Of Goodbye -- Madonna

Nobody Knows Me

I've had so many lives
Since I was a child
And I realise
How many times I've died

I'm not that kind of guy
Sometimes I feel shy
I think I can fly
Closer to the sky

No one's telling you how to live your life
But it's a setup until you're fed up

This world is not so kind
People trap your mind
It's so hard to find
Someone to admire

I, I sleep much better at night
I feel closer to the light
Now I'm gonna try
To improve my life

No one's telling you how to live your life
But it's a setup until you're fed up
It's no good when you're misunderstood
But why should I care
What the world thinks of me
Won't let a stranger
Give me a social disease

Nobody, nobody knows me
Nobody knows me
Nobody knows me
Like you know me

Nobody knows me
Nobody knows me
Nobody knows me
Like you know me

No one's telling you how to live my life
But it's a setup, and I'm just fed up
It's no good when you're misunderstood
But why should I care
What the world thinks of me
Won't let a stranger
Give me a social disease

I don't want no lies
I don't watch TV
I don't waste my time
Won't read a magazine

I don't want no lies
I don't watch TV
I don't waste my time
Won't read a magazine

I, I sleep much better at night
I feel closer to the light
Now I'm gonna try
To improve my life

Nobody, nobody, nobody, nobody knows me
Nobody knows me
Nobody knows me
Like you know me

*Nobody knows me
Nobody knows me
Nobody knows me
Like, like you know me


Nobody Knows Me -- Madonna

Fuck Me Pumps

When you walk in the bar,
And you're dressed like a star,
Rockin' your F me pumps.

And the men notice you,
With your Gucci bag crew,
Can't tell who he's lookin' to.

Cuz you all look the same,
Everyone knows your name,
And that's your whole claim to fame.

Never miss a night,
Cuz your dream in life,
Is to be a footballers wife.

You don't like players,
That's what you say-a,
But you really wouldn't mind a millionaire.

You don't like ballers,
They don't do nothing for ya,
But you'd love a rich man six foot two or taller.

You're more than a fan,
Lookin' for a man,
But you end up with one-nights-stands.

He could be your whole life,
If you got past one night,
But that part never goes right.

In the morning you're vexed,
He's onto the next,
And you didn't even get no text.

Don't be too upset,
If they call you a sket,
Cuz like the news everyday you get pressed.

You don't like players,
That's what you say-a,
But you really wouldn't mind a millionaire.

Or them big ballers,
Don't do nothing for ya.
But you'd love a rich man six foot two or taller,

You can't sit down right,
Cuz you jeans are too tight,
And your lucky its ladies night.

With your big empty purse,
Every week it gets worse,
At least your breasts cost more than hers.

So you did Miami,
Cuz you got there for free,
But somehow you missed the plane.

You did too much E,
Met somebody,
And spent the night getting caned.

Without girls like you,
There'd be no fun,
We'd go to the club and not see anyone.

Without girls like you,
There's no nightlife,
All those men just go home to their wives.

Don't be mad at me,
Cuz your pushing thirty,
And your old tricks no longer work.

You should have known from the jump,
That you always get dumped,
So dust off your fuck me pumps.


Fuck Me Pumps -- Amy Winehouse