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



CHORUS:



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 script, left on the floor

Another face is shown the door in your game



CHORUS:



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