You're going to be calm waiting
With your silly ambition
For him to arrive, that millionaire
Walking in his super sport
They're going to go to dinner at those places
Where with me you could never meet
Maybe my tin fortune
It will never be enough for you
To buy all those skins
And those pearls from the sea
Now he's flying so high, that you ignore the neighborhood
Look the other way, resurrecting louse
You're going to stain your fine silk shirt
With the best champagne that you He's going to invite you
While I'm going to be in some hole
Wearing my blouse shirt
You're going to stain your fine silk shirt
With the best champagne that he's going to invite you
While I'm going to be in some hole
Wearing my blouse bag
Dripping fat, baby