POOR LITTLE RICH GIRL

Written by: Peter Goalby, John Sinclair, Trevor Bolder, Lee Kerslake & Mick Box
Album version released on: 'Equator' April 1985
Edited version released as a single


Album version

You say you're gonna testify
Lie away, lie away
So you're gonna gun me down
Go ahead, fire away

You say you'll bring the curtain down
Turn around, walk away
You're gonna close this theatre down
Go ahead, stop the play

Your money talks, you pull the strings
Someone waits in the wings
You flick the switch, the dancer falls
You deal the cards
The dealer calls in your game

Poor little rich girl, your money talks
You pull the strings
It's a shame, poor little rich girl
Your money burns
We all have wings

You say you're gonna leave this town
Fly away, fly away
So you gonna shoot me down, go ahead

Your money burns, your money stings
Another song that no one sings
Another script left on the floor
Another face is shown the door
In your game

Poor little rich girl, your money talks
You pull the strings
It's a shame, poor little rich girl
Your money burns, we all have wings
In the game, poor little rich girl
It's easy come, it's easy go
It's a shame, poor little rich girl
You lock the door, close the show

Your money talks, you pull the strings
Someone waits in the wings
You flick the switch, this dancer falls
You deal the cards
The dealer calls in your game

Poor little rich girl, your money talks
You pull the strings
It's a shame, poor little rich girl
Your money burns, we all have wings
It's a game

Poor little rich girl, your money talks
You pull the strings
It's a shame, poor little rich girl
Your money burns, we all have wings
It's a shame, poor little rich girl
It's easy come, it's easy go
It's a shame, poor little rich girl
You lock the door, close the show
It's a shame

It's a shame


Single version

You say you're gonna testify
Lie away, lie away
So you're gonna gun me down
Go ahead, fire away

You say you'll bring the curtain down
Turn around, walk away
You're gonna close this theatre down
Go ahead, stop the play

Your money talks, you pull the strings
Someone waits in the wings
You flick the switch, the dancer falls
You deal the cards
The dealer calls in your game

Poor little rich girl, your money talks
You pull the strings
It's a shame, poor little rich girl
Your money burns
We all have wings

You say you're gonna leave this town
Fly away, fly away
So you gonna shoot me down, go ahead

Your money burns, your money stings
Another song that no one sings
Another script left on the floor
Another face is shown the door
In your game

Poor little rich girl, your money talks
You pull the strings
It's a shame, poor little rich girl
Your money burns, we all have wings
It's a game

Poor little rich girl, your money talks
You pull the strings
It's a shame, poor little rich girl
Your money burns, we all have wings
It's a shame, poor little rich girl
It's easy come, it's easy go
It's a shame, poor little rich girl
You lock the door, close the show
It's a shame

It's a shame