Rich Boy

Where did the days go When we would lay low You used to be so modest I used to be so modest It's shameful, the innuendo The painting of a goddess, the breaking of the promise Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah Her father wants that rich boy to take her out That rich boy couldn't give her no fun Her father wants that rich boy Rich boy to take her out I think I'll make a move of my own Oh-oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh Where did the days go When we would lay low You used to be so modest I used to be so modest It's painful But in the end though This culture's been abolished, the picture needs a polish Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah Her father wants that rich boy to take her out That rich boy couldn't give her no fun Her father wants that rich boy Rich boy to take her out I think I'll make a move of my own Oh-oh-oh-oh, Oh-oh-oh Her father wants that rich boy to take her out That rich boy couldn't give her no fun Her father wants that rich boy Rich boy to take her out Her father wants that rich boy to take her out That rich boy couldn't give her no fun Her father wants that rich boy Rich boy to take her out I think I'll make a move of my own Your father wants that rich boy to take you out That rich boy couldn't give you no fun Your father wants that rich boy Rich boy to take you out I think I'll make a move of my own