Poor little rich boy.

Poor little rich boy, all the couples have gone.
You wish that they hadn’t, you don’t wanna be alone
but they wanna kiss and they got homes of their own.
Poor little rich boy all the couples have gone,
they’ve gone, they’ve gone

And you don’t love your girlfriend
you don’t love your girlfriend
and you think that you should
but she thinks that she’s fat
but she isn’t but you don’t love her anyway.
And you don’t love your mother
and you know that you should
and you wish that you would
but you don’t anyway.

Poor little rich boy, all the world is okay.
The water runs off your skin and down into the drain.
You’re reading Fitzgerald, you’re reading Hemingway,
they’re both super smart and drinking in the cafés.

And you don’t love your girlfriend
you don’t love your girlfriend
and you think that you should
but she thinks that she’s fat
but she isn’t but you don’t love her anyway.
And you don’t love your mother
and you know that you should
and you wish that you would
but you don’t anyway.

You’re so young, you’re so goddamn young
you’re so young, you’re so goddamn young
you’re so young, you’re so goddamn young
you’re so goddamn young
you’re so goddamn young...

And you don’t love your girlfriend.