Lyrics

I'm a rich man's toy Sick of the way you've been putting me down Sick of all your stupid games I'm a rich man's toy I'm a rich man's toy You're a son of a gun and I'm easily led Coming up sometimes for air I'm a rich man's toy I'm a rich man's toy Sick of the way you've been putting me down Sick of all your stupid games A toy - when you die they'll burn your bones But they'll never destroy your remains You must be the king of the world I'm a rich man's toy The duchy's envoy said when I was a kid You'd smack me around on a whim I'm a rich man's toy Your boyfriend moved all my things in the hall Didn't know you were sleeping with him I'm a rich man's toy I'm a rich man's toy With powder and make-up D'you think that I scrub well? Watching you wake up Who's right who's not Who's gonna get it now Who's gonna get it What's the matter with me? What's the matter with you? What's the matter with me? Read us the riot act or read off your cues Read us the news Powder and make-up Watching you wake up Do you think that I scrub well Who's right who's not? Who owes who what Who's gonna get it now... I'm a rich man's toy I'm a rich man's toy I'm a rich man's toy I'm a rich man's toy