Crown Estate - Piano Magic, Simon Rivers

Look at that rich girl twitch — like me she can’t sit still

How would you want it seen?

Just like when you were ill?

When you hear the way they talk — the rosy cheeks of the ruling classes

You can argue all you like — they swear by early nights

Never meant to be like this — a lot colder but the people were warm

If anyone was coming to get you — armed only with a sugar bowl

Used to leave your back doors

Used to leave your back doors open

Used to leave your back doors

Used to leave your back doors open

All the houses on the Crown Estate all look the same

That nut from four doors down wandered in by mistake again

And said to your old mum, «I think it’s best that you sit down

I’ll make a cup of tea and you can show me what a woman looks like

With her head turned inside out»

Used to leave the backdoors, etc