Rachelle from John Mendenhall by Mendenhall

Rachelle

She's a diamond
From a millionaire's world
She knows it
Perfect fantasy girl
But Rachelle
When we're all alone
You've got nothing on the poor girls
That I know

Daddy's making a lot of money on the stock exchange
Mommy's having lunch with the social set everyday
Everything you've always wanted has been handed to you
But love...
Pout your lips
And stomp your feet
And they'll come running to you

I can't believe I'm falling
I can't believe I'm falling

Pampered princess you don't impress me
With your money and your fancy cars
What you're missing can't be bought
With daddy's credit cards
It seems funny that a guy like me
Would feel sorry for a girl like you
But love...
There are things that all your money
Can't buy for you

I can't believe I'm falling
I can't believe I'm falling

Money
Fashion
Money
Fashion

© 1990 John Mendenhall

• Acoustic Pop Rock
• Pop
• Vancouver