She just appeared one afternoon
This babe of wealth and breeding who had sucked the chrome from off a silver spoon
Could I give her the life she’d been used to? (poor piteous fool)
I never asked her to, I never wanted to
She just rolled in like I was Poland back in World War II
She made her estimate,
She didn’t hesitate to take my hard-earned scratch and splash it ‘round the town
I told her from the beginning that there weren’t enough to go ‘round

Oh don’tcha want me to appear my best for you?
I simply can’t walk through Double Bay in these old shoes
Now there’s the bag to match, and there’s the gloves and hat
And baby, this platinum bracelet goes so well with that
I’m sure that you’ll agree how good this looks on me,
I simply can’t leave without buying this bi-kini
And when I step outside this changing room, you’ll see

Her father cut her credit line, but that won’t stop her from spending all of mine
I might be soft, I might be weak, but I can’t get a word in every time I try to speak
I told you I was poor, I told you I was poor
But now my pocket’s empty, you don’t want me anymore
And how was I to know that I’d been taken by a pro who had the meter on and running all the time
Now my wallet’s spent, you’ve got your fingers in the next one in line

And if you do for me, I’m gonna do for you
I might just get you backstage entry if we see U2
The seats are in demand, so come on pay the man
I heard the tix for the skybox only cost 2 grand

I know some things from book learnings, but I can’t manage these bloody purse strings
I make a fuss but don’t earn much
I certainly can’t finance no society slut

I told you I was poor, I told you I was poor
But now my pocket’s empty, you don’t want me anymore
And how was I to know I’d gone and hooked up with a pro who had the meter on and running all the time
Now my wallet’s spent, you’ve got your fingers in the next one in line

Well...
I told you I was poor, I told you I was poor
But now my pocket’s empty, you don’t want me anymore
And how was I to know that I’d been taken by a pro who had the meter on and running all the time
Now my wallet’s spent you’ve got your fingers in the next one in line
But now that she’s gone, I can’t help thinking of her all of the time


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