so rich

I like a girl with caked up makeup
in the sunshine smoking cigarettes to pass the time
who wakes up to a bottle of wine on the nightstand
bites and scratches the blinds
but I ain't found one quite right yet
so I step with pep to the park or supermarket
her apartment best be messy
Alisa don't mind when I call her Leslie she's gotta dress with class
and Jean Paul Gaultier and a Hermes bag and four inch tips made of ostrich
sharp enough to slit your wrists her lips spread gossip
won't say sorry when she offends
she comes over to my place in her old man's Benz
in gold and silver and jewels of all colors
and she doesn't take them off when we're tearing up the covers

come on and get it before I change my mind
come on kid, don't waste my time
so rich, so pretty
the best piece of ass in the whole damn city
so rich, so pretty...