Rich Kid Blues Lyrics - Lykke Li

Bubble, bubble straight to my head 

The richer, the drier, I believe in the liar 

You're bringin' trouble, trouble back in my bed 

When nobody can save me 

Cause the smoke is my baby, baby 

Mama, I got your wild-eyed ways 

Mama, there's nothing you can do or say 

I got the rich kids blues 

And they got nothing to do with you 

I got the rich kids blues 

And I'm not sure that I'm pulling through 

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Wire, wire over my head 

Mama, she told me keep your eyes on the trophy 

And the sires, sires out of your bed 

For delirious gestures are so easily misread 

Mama, I got your wild-eyed taste 

Mama, there's nothing you can do or say 

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I got the rich kids blues 

And they got nothing to do with you 

I got the rich kids blues 

And I'm not sure that I'm pulling through 

I got the rich kids blues 

And they got nothing to do with you 

I got the rich kids blues 

And I'm not sure that I'm pulling through 

Mama, I got the rich kids blues 

Mama, I got your wild-eyed ways 

Mama, I got the rich kids blues