Lyrics: Fitz & the Tantrums. Pickin' Up The Pieces. Rich Girls.

Suzie came, wealthy family raised
Went to college, all her debts were paid
Got a job down in SoHo
Her daddy said, "Don't date him, he got no dough"

She had the doorman, elevator
Penthouse alligator shoes and a driver that took her to school
She got no need for any man even if you got a plan
You'd always end up playin' the fool

I was dreamin' of a perfect union
But then I woke up to find
Truth comes crashing down
Don't matter what you do 'cause tha'

Rich girls will break your heart and
Poor girls will take your money
I confess and I repent for things I've done
My soul is spent on rich girls and poor girls

Shonie came from a broken home
Her mama sick and her daddy long gone
Got a job but it don't pay no bread
Lookin' for a man who's well fed

She got the low rent underground
Padlock studio blues and a tha' bus fare to take her to school
She sho' needs a steady man always got a perfect plan
For you to pay up for playin' the fool

I was dreaming of a perfect union
But then I woke up to find
Truth comes crashing down
Don't matter what you do 'cause

Rich girls will break'a your heart and
Poor girls will take'a your money
I confess and I repent for things I've done
My soul is spent

Rich girls will break'a your heart and
Poor girls will take'a your money
I confess and I repent for things I've done
My soul is spent

Don't need no rich girls
Don't need no poor girls
Don't need no rich girls
Don't need no poor girls