Rich Girl

When I asked about your forefathers, "Were they murderous too?" You said it hadn't any bearing Upon the likes of me and you So we buried them to neck height And we kicked off all their heads Funny little questions, better left, better never, ever said So I asked about your dead mother "Was she beautiful too?" "Just a little bit warmer, Than the likes of me and you" Well I'm no F. Scott Fitgerald But I know a champagne birth So was she light or heavy handed When she delivered you your worth? I asked if you were lonely You said it didn't matter These are old emotions, We need to bury them and leave them Move on to something new We need to bury them and leave them Like I'm leaving you So are they making everybody happy Writing songs about shit? Well I know i'm not supposed to be serious about it, but I'm serious about it But I don't wanna fight no battle And I don't want to feel no lovers arms But if the stuff comes better when I'm on my own Then I'll make it so I'm on my own You asked me if I'm lonely But I guess it doesn't matter It's an old emotion I need to bury them and leave them all From the last romantic year And I grow ol-ol-ol-ol-ol-old You were the first sign of vanity But then I tremble at the sight of you All the things that fortify me Are all the things that petrify you So you bury them and leave them And I dig them up anew I only asked if you were lonely And you said it didn't matter These are old emotions We need to bury them and leave them Move on to something new We need to bury them and leave them Little bodies in the backyard We need to bury them and leave them Like I'm leaving you (I might be near you Or passing down)