You're in a bubble
Your money just doubled
So call the police
Cos your karma in trouble
You're in a bubble
It maybe a cuddle
You're losing control
And you're selling your soul
Big mouth, big money
You bitch, you aint that funny
Got something to burn and love to waste
It's a social climb to big bad taste
Rich bitch, sugar daddies, whizz kids, city boys
Jet setting, go getting with grown-up toys
Heart breaking, money making, earth quaking
Love faking where's your heart did you sell that, too
You're in a bubble
Your money just doubled
So call the police
Cos your karma in trouble
You're in a bubble
It maybe a cuddle
You're losing control
And you're selling your soul
Paranoid star lover
You talk rich and that's your cover
The more you get the more you chase
Wipe that prada smile off your rada face
Dressed up messed up green eyed sychophant
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