Album: The Rise & Fall of Ruby Woo
Woke up this morning with this strange sense of dread...
Brewed my own coffee, made my own bed...
No breakfast laid out, no freshly baked bread...
I had a pop tart instead!
Fished through my closet to find the clean dress...
Nothing's been washed, the place is a mess...
Looked from my limousine, once more it's not there...
I can't believe i'm not a millionaire...
Where is the room that hosts my shoes?
The snooty butler and private mews?
My invitation to Elton's bash?
But most of all, where is my cash?
Dinner from Asda, no lobster in sight...
(Marcella)
Tears at the check-out, this don't feel right...
And as I lug my bags up three flights of stairs,
I can't believe I'm not a millionaire... (x3)