You say you're gonna testify  Lie away, lie away  So you're gonna gun me down  Go ahead, fire away  You say you'll bring the curtain down  Turn around, walk away  You're gonna close this theatre down  Go ahead, stop the play    Your money talks, you pull the strings  Someone waits, in the wings  You flick the switch, the dancer falls  You deal the cards, the dealer calls in your game    CHORUS:    Poor little rich girl  Your money talks, you pull the strings  It's a shame, poor little rich girl  Your money burns, we all have wings    You say you're gonna leave this town  Fly away, fly away  So you gonna shoot me down  Go ahead    Your money burns  Your money stings  Another script, left on the floor  Another face is shown the door in your game    CHORUS:    Poor little rich girl  Your money talks, you pull the strings  It's a shame, poor little rich girl  Your money burns, we all have wings  In the game, poor little rich girl  It's easy come, it's easy go  It's a shame, poor little rich girl  You lock the door, close the show