Champagne From a Straw Songtext
von Andrea Corr

Midday in the underground
There′s a teenage girl selling music for her bed
I'll be the one that you look upon
And thank your lucky stars
That you walk in your own shoes

Clip clop past a sleeping bag
And a woolly hat
Lying open on the ground
Give money and sympathy
Hold your little girl
Like you won′t see her again

Does anyone know
The places you go

On a day like today
I drink champagne from a straw
And I get my own way
He loves me above them all
And there's no such thing as poor little rich girls
On a day like today


I've got my all over tan
And my tummy tuck
My two babies boy and girl
Big house in the country
With expensive bags
For my scary little dog

My man sleeps around a bit
Keeps him from my bed
One less job for me to do
I′m the one you look up to
And wish on every star
For one day in my high shoes

Can anyone hear
It′s hollow in here

On a day like today
I drink champagne from a straw
And I get my own way
He chose me above them all
And there's no such thing as poor little rich girls
In a day like today
A day like today

A day like today
A day like today

Can anyone hear
It′s hollow in here


On a day like today
I drink champagne from a straw
And I get my own way
He loves me above them all
And there's no such thing as poor little rich girls
On a day like today

I drink champagne from a straw
And I get my own way
He loves me above them all
And there′s no such thing as poor little rich girls
On a day like today