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First star I see tonight, I wish I may, I wish I might Have the wish I wish tonight. A banker's daughter or a runaway girl, A little lady
America Sun goin' down on an LA freeway Newly weds in the back of a limousine A welder's son and a banker's daughter All they want is every thing
America Sun goin' down on an LA freeway Newly weds in the back of a limousine A welder's son and a banker's daughter All they want is every thing
In a room with a view on the thirty-third floor The ashtrays overflow A bankers daughter gets up from the bed And stares at the streets below
the radio I was the third string tight end 6'2" and shy She was the banker's daughter Was the middle of July She said, "Meet me 'neath that Magnolia
some good advice I'm gonna look around and find Somebody that's a really nice Well perhaps a banker's daughter and If her Papa's a cuss Well I hope to do
We've come a long way since Wilmore And every other thing we've done Become so much more than The banker's daughter and the preacher's son And it's
Take your nine to five Take your suit and tie You can marry the banker's daughter The road I ride Will be the changing tide And a life on the Georgia
on an LA freeway Newly weds in the back of a limosine A welder's son and a banker's daughter All they want is every thing She came out here to be an actress
We've come a long way since Wilmore And every other thing we've done Become so much more than The banker's daughter and the preacher's son And it's
need to read a book Now high in corporate politics Rather climb ladders than help fix A banker's daughter grew up with golden wings Two wealthy parents
capitaine, she was drinking her cognac like water, Before she crossed the Seine, she was a left bankers daughter, She lived near Notre Dame, she talked of Paul
on an LA freeway Newly weds in the back of a limosine A welder's son and a banker's daughter All they want is every thing She came out here to be an actress
on an LA freeway Newly weds in the back of a limosine A welder's son and a banker's daughter All they want is every thing She came out here to be an actress
Oh, oh, Carmelina The daughter of the wealthy banker Since she came to town all my friends are gone And I'm stuck out here with melody Saddle
must admit, you fear on your own And for the city inside yourself Through its dark maze you are bound You are bound Some sons and daughters of bankers
They're the sons and daughters of well off bankers Tom Robinsons' army of trendy wankers Flared blue jeans and anoracks With yellow streaks all
They're the sons and daughters of well off bankers Tom Robinsons' army of trendy wankers Flared blue jeans and anoracks With yellow streaks all
alasda Caught those swordfish on a long long line Then his life, it took a change yes Like our lives, they sometimes do Had a daughter, raised her fine
up I think I'll tell you what I saw The day your daughter Ellie and the judge's son went swimmin' in the raw Is that supposed to be a party what you
to the farmer that plants the fields in the spring That turn from green to that harvest honey Hold one up for the banker downtown That got him on his feet with
up I think I'll tell you what I saw The day your daughter Ellie and the judge's son went swimmin' in the raw Is that supposed to be a party what you
And drug with death, anything left That grows or has a pulse The monarchs and dictators Religious leaders and the bankers Had one more course before they
gimme gimme your heart ya know of lay lay Speroach beats Baddest Nice to meet ya emi gan nice Betty butter say you can have my daughter Make we link up
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