Now the money that she made
Tell you the truth never took her so far
And all those cars that she loved
Never racked miles up on odometers
And all those musclemen she touched
Were never there on the morning after
And down the catwalk she danced
While all her friends were calling after her,

Wah-oooh, wah-oooh, wah-oooh

Yeah, what the bitch could afford
Didn't do to much to cure her boredom
And all the men who took her trust
Were quick to call up all their loves for her
And the voice she would project
Would make her seem so self-assured
And the story she made,
It's polluted in faith, the glory at the bottom

Wah-oooh, wah-oooh, wah-oooh

Yeah, the money that she made
Tell you the truth never took her so far
And all those cars that she loved
Never racked miles up on odometers
And the princess that they thought she was
Had become so very hard
And the stereo that played her songs
Was taking off the same cold chords

Wah-oooh, wha-oooh, wah-oooh


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