Rich Kids Blues Lyrics - Wounded Rhymes - Lykke Li

Hover, hover, straight to my head 

The riches are dry of living the lie 

And bringing trouble, trouble back in my bed 

Where 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 it's got nothing to do with you 

I got the rich kids blues 

And I'm not sure that I'll pull it through 

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Why, oh, why you're over my head 

Mama, she told me, "Keep your eyes on the trophy" 

And I sigh, I sigh as I leave your bed 

For delirious gestures are so easily restrained 

Baby, mama I got your wild-eyed taste 

Mama, there's nothing you can do or say 

I got the rich kids blues 

And it's got nothing to do with you 

I got the rich kids blues 

And I'm not sure that I'll pull it through 

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I got the rich kids blues 

And it's got nothing to do with you 

I got the rich kids blues 

And I'm not sure that I'll pull it through 

Mama, I got the rich kids blues 

Mama, I got your wild-eyed ways 

Mama, I got the rich kids blues