I heard the angels call again. I threw myself a party. Chardonnay and oxy. I stopped the screams inside my head. I remember when you had me. Floating high like Sid and Nancy.
Rich girl, and you've gone too far. 'Cause you know it don't matter anyway. You can rely on the old man's money. You can rely on the old man's money. It's a bitch, girl, but it's going too far.