Song parody of
You're in a Bubble
by Geri Halliwell
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Hahahahaha
It's important to learn to laugh at ourselves
Don't take life too seriously!
You're in a bubble
The money's just tubble
So call the police
'Cause your coma's in trouble
You're in a bubble
Yet baby now cuddle
You're losing control
And you're selling your soul
Big mouth, big money.
You bitch, you ain't that funny
Got somethin' 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-breakin', money making
Earth-quaking, love faking
Where's your heart.
Did you sell that too?
You're in a bubble
The money's just tubble
So call the police
'Cause your coma's in trouble
You're in a bubble
Yet baby now 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
From your rada face
Dressed up messed up
Green-eyed sycophant
Pushy mother lost brother
In real hot pants
Heart breaking, money making
Hot-headed fool
Get your own way
Divide and rule
You're in a bubble
The money's just tubble
So call the police
'Cause your coma's in trouble
You're in a bubble
Yet baby now cuddle
You're losing control
And you're selling your soul
Hahahahaha
It's important to learn to laugh at ourselves
Don't take life too seriously!
You're in a bubble
The money's just tubble
So call the police
'Cause your coma's in trouble
You're in a bubble
Yet baby now cuddle
You're losing control
And you're selling your soul
Big mouth, big money.
You bitch, you ain't that funny
Got somethin' 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-breakin', money making
Earth-quaking, love faking
Where's your heart.
Did you sell that too?
You're in a bubble
The money's just tubble
So call the police
'Cause your coma's in trouble
You're in a bubble
Yet baby now 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
From your rada face
Dressed up messed up
Green-eyed sycophant
Pushy mother lost brother
In real hot pants
Heart breaking, money making
Hot-headed fool
Get your own way
Divide and rule
You're in a bubble
The money's just tubble
So call the police
'Cause your coma's in trouble
You're in a bubble
Yet baby now cuddle
You're losing control
And you're selling your soul
