Count Basie - Poor Little Rich Girl Lyrics
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Poor Little Rich Girl
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What Are The Lyrics For Poor Little Rich Girl By Count Basie?
Poor little rich girl,
You're a bewitched girl, Better take care. Laughing at danger, Virtue a stranger, Better beware! The life you lead sets all your nerves a-jangle, You love affairs are in a hopeless tangle, Though you're a child, dear, Your life's a wild typhoon! In lives of leisure, The craze for pleasure Steadily grows; Cocktails and laughter, But what comes after? Nobody knows! You're weaving love into a mad jazz pattern, Ruled by Pantaloon, Poor little rich girl, Don't drop a stitch too soon! You're only a baby, You're lonely, and maybe Someday soon you'll know The tears you are tasting Are years you are wasting, Life's a bitter foe! With fate it's no use competing, Youth is so terribly fleeting; By dancing much faster You're chancing disaster, Time alone will show. Poor little rich girl, You're a bewitched girl, Better take care. Laughing at danger, Virtue a stranger, Better beware! The life you lead sets all your nerves a-jangle, You love affairs are in a hopeless tangle, Though you're a child, dear, Your life's a wild typhoon! In lives of leisure, The craze for pleasure Steadily grows; Cocktails and laughter, But what comes after? Nobody knows! You're weaving love into a mad jazz pattern, Ruled by Pantaloon, Poor little rich girl, Don't drop a stitch too soon! |
Who Wrote Poor Little Rich Girl By Count Basie?
Noel Coward, Noel Pierce Coward
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