10 acessos
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C#m
Hover, hover, straight to my head
F#m B
The riches are dry of living the lie
C#m
And bringing trouble, trouble back in my bed
F#m B
Where nobody can save me 'cause the smoke is my baby
A F#m A B
Baby, mama I got your wild-eyed ways
A F#m A B
Mama, there's nothing you can do or say
C#m
I got the rich kids blues
F#m
And it's got nothing to do with you
C#m
I got the rich kids blues
F#m
And I'm not sure that I'll pull it through
Why, oh, why you're over my head
Mama, she told me, "Keep your eyes on the trophy"
And I sigh, I sigh as I leave your bed
For delirious gestures are so easily restrained
Baby, mama I got your wild-eyed taste
Mama, there's nothing you can do or say
I got the rich kids blues
And it's got nothing to do with you
I got the rich kids blues
And I'm not sure that I'll pull it through
I got the rich kids blues
And it's got nothing to do with you
I got the rich kids blues
And I'm not sure that I'll pull it through
Mama, I got the rich kids blues
Mama, I got your wild-eyed ways
Mama, I got the rich kids blues