She treats me well Got a woman at home Now I've got a woman at home Well she's alright When everyone is wrong Let's me waste another song Stumble through the years I'll make it heaven, make it hell One day to the next

Hard, when you're here all alone And everyone else's gone home Harder to know right from wrong When all objectivity's gone And it's gone But you still Hard, not to sit on your hands

Oh your sweet little lies And you say that life is just a game and Everyone who plays is just a pawn And shame on me it went so long How could I've been so wrong? I've forever gone, colder If life is just a game then I can hear when I hold you close to me

Hey, little rich girl where did you go wrong? You left for London, when you were nineteen I bought you a fur coat when you were fifteen You wore it to the disco, where everyone was in jeans But you were just a rich girl, and only having fun Your worn out