Catatonia — She's A Millionaire lyrics

Her treasure chest was sunken
Equally cursed and blessed
In her versace dress
Too eager to impress
A vision filled her sopa sud hell
Twin tub on spin
Lets all her daydreams in
And how she wants away from him

She's on it
She's a millionaire
She's on it
She's got it
She's a millionaire
High street prams
Chariot scene from ben hur
Push chair rage
A customised roll bar cage
Will help baby come of age
So what's in the pram?
Is it teen death?
Bazooka the check-out queue
There's no need to argue
About who was in front of who

She's on it
She's a millionaire
She's on it
She's got it
She's a millionaire

The ad begs 'buy bottled water'
But we know what that it tastes of piss
Should be getting our tampons free
Diy gynaecology

She's on it
She's a millionaire
She's on it
She's got it
She's a millionaire
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Songwriters: ROBERTS/MATTHEWS/JONES/RICHARDS/POWELL
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