Aww my broken hearts in pieces
Encore, the baby's applause increases
Hurry up let's leave
Hurry up and we can beat the heat
Come on, the tickets were dirt cheap
For such a sad show from the box seats
Seeming esteemed and squeezed
It's not like you know the feeling
You see I'm a brilliant celebrity
Who'd rather cry in my Mercedes
Tweed pleated sleeves in the summer? Please
Fine French-Canadian chic
Sorry no time to sign things
Who knows just what the night brings
Blow them kisses, guess that this is goodbye
Goodbye...
I sneak down to the beach
Hop my Camel yacht and sail southeast
Drink all the wine, real three sheets
Then Neapolitan ice cream
Which is honestly the last thing I need
You see the sugar gives me crazy dreams
Boos and hisses, guess that this is goodnight
Goodnight...
Pageant Coterie - Before I Got Rich Lyrics
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Aww my broken hearts in pieces
Encore, the baby's applause increases
Hurry up let's leave
Hurry up and we can beat the heat
Come on, the tickets were dirt cheap
For such a sad show from the box seats
Seeming esteemed and squeezed
It's not like you know the feeling
You see I'm a brilliant celebrity
Who'd rather cry in my Mercedes
Tweed pleated sleeves in the summer? Please
Fine French-Canadian chic
Sorry no time to sign things
Who knows just what the night brings
Blow them kisses, guess that this is goodbye
Goodbye...
I sneak down to the beach
Hop my Camel yacht and sail southeast
Drink all the wine, real three sheets
Then Neapolitan ice cream
Which is honestly the last thing I need
You see the sugar gives me crazy dreams
Boos and hisses, guess that this is goodnight
Goodnight...
Encore, the baby's applause increases
Hurry up let's leave
Hurry up and we can beat the heat
Come on, the tickets were dirt cheap
For such a sad show from the box seats
Seeming esteemed and squeezed
It's not like you know the feeling
You see I'm a brilliant celebrity
Who'd rather cry in my Mercedes
Tweed pleated sleeves in the summer? Please
Fine French-Canadian chic
Sorry no time to sign things
Who knows just what the night brings
Blow them kisses, guess that this is goodbye
Goodbye...
I sneak down to the beach
Hop my Camel yacht and sail southeast
Drink all the wine, real three sheets
Then Neapolitan ice cream
Which is honestly the last thing I need
You see the sugar gives me crazy dreams
Boos and hisses, guess that this is goodnight
Goodnight...
Writer: Taylor Dunn
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid