Vanities are only charity
And she makes donations at the Tiffany's,
Life is hard without a credit card to get by, get by
She sold her dreams for security
To a man that now she hardly ever sees
With a cold martini in her hand, she don't mind, don't mind
So throw all your luxuries aside
You can't take them with wewe when wewe die
Still when I look into your
Eyes are full of dollar signs
Oh, reach, into a pocketful of dreams
Oh, now, before they fall out of the seams
Oh, take a chance, don't matter if wewe fail
you're too scared to try cause wewe might break a nail, oh
If wewe ubunifu a plastic happiness,
Then climb...
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