Champagne From A Straw

[Intro: ]F Bb C C Dm Bb C Am Midday in the underground, there's a teenage girl selling music for her bed. Dm Bb C I'll be the one that you look upon and thank your lucky stars Am That you walk in your own shoes. Dm Bb C Am Clip clop past a sleeping bag and a woolly hat lying open on the ground. Dm Bb C Am Bb C Give money and sympathy, hold your little girl like you won't see her again. F Bb Gm C F Bb Does anyone know, the places you go. F Bb C On a day like today I drink champagne from a straw F Bb C And I get my own way, He loves me above them all. F Bb C And there's no such thing as poor little rich girls On a day like today. Dm Bb C Am I've got my all over tan and my tummy tuck, my two babies boy and girl. Dm Bb C Am Big house in the country with expensive bags for my scary little dog. Dm Bb C Am My man sleeps around a bit, keeps him from my bed, one less job for me to do Dm Bb C Am Bb C I'm the one you look up to and wish on every star for one day in my high shoes. F Bb Gm C F Bb Can anyone hear, it's hollow in here. F Bb C On a day like today I drink champagne from a straw F Bb C And I get my own way, he chose me above them all F Bb C And there's no such thing as poor little rich girls Dm Bb C Am Dm Bb C Am In a day like today. A day like today. Dm Bb C Am Dm Bb C Am Bb C A day like today. A day like today... F Bb Gm C F Bb Gm C Can anyone hear, it's hollow in here.