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I a rich mans toy
Sick of the way youe been putting me
down Sick of all your stupid games
I a rich mans toy
Youe a son of a gun and I easily led
Coming up sometimes for air
I a rich mans toy
Sick of the way youe been putting me
down Sick of all your stupid games
A toy - when you die theyl burn your
bones But theyl never destroy your
reamins
You must be the king of the world
I a rich mans toy
The d*chess envoy said when I was a
kind
You smack me around on a whim
I a rich mans toy
Your boyfriend moved all my things in
the hall
- Didn know you were sleeping with
him
I a rich mans toy
With powder and make-up
Du think that I scrub well?
Watching you wake up
Who right who not
Who gonna get it now that I a
rich mans toy
What the matter with me?
What the matter with you?
What the matter with me?
Read us the riot act
Or read off your cues
Powder and make-up
Watching you wake up
Do you think I scrub well
Who right who not?
Who owes who what
Who gonna get it now...
I a rich mans toy