I don't need a rich boy I don't want your money No, you don't gotta spend nothing on me All I want is sweet sweet love, sweet sweet love I don't want dollars No, you don't gotta be a high roller Hey! I don't need a rich boy All I want, sweet sweet love,

What is it about them? I must be missing something They just keep doing nothing Too intoxicated to be scared I'm in their second hand smoke Still just drinking canned coke I don't need a xanny to feel better On designated drives home Only one who's not

(Left for no one) There'll be nothing left for no one Oh, there'll be nothing left for no one, no If you don't stop living your life Turned to one side with a blind eye Left for no one Tell me that you need me To help you find a way

Oh, tell me something I don't already know Tell me something, tell me something You don't know nothing, just pretend you do I need something, tell me something new Choose your words 'cause there's no antidote For this curse Oh, what's it waiting for?

All I want is somebody to love me like I do I'm burning up quiet fire Take my hand do with it what you will I'm in dire need You walk away nothing left to say but bye, bye blue eyes And I, no I don't understand Well you can call me half crazy call me

And we don't need nothing e-e-e-lse And I say to people, "that's my lady" I don't want no trust fund baby (no, I don't want me) I don't really want no trust fund baby And all we used to dream about Is getting rich and getting out Move to the nicer part

Now you're just somebody that I used to know But you didn't have to cut me off Make out like it never happened and that we were nothing And I don't even need your love But you treat me like a stranger and that feels so rough No you didn't have to stoop

But you'll think of me Take your memories I don't need 'em And take your cap and leave my sweater In fact I'll feel a whole lot better 'Cause we have nothing left to weather Take your records, take your freedom Take your space and take your reasons So

I don't need a rich boy I don't want your money No, you don't gotta spend nothing on me All I want is sweet sweet love, sweet sweet love I don't want dollars No, you don't gotta be a high roller Hey! I don't need a rich boy All I want, sweet sweet love,

Nothing on the top but a bucket and a mop And an illustrated book about birds You see a lot up there but don't be scared Who needs action when you got words Many a hand has scaled the grand old face of the plateau Some belong to strangers, and some to