Hey there little Johnny hiding in your brand new car Looking down on me don't think I'll get far I know that I don't belong to the rich and the beautiful but with the poor Look here little lady acting like Betty Blue Why don't you believe in the Cinderella shoe I know that I don't belong to the rich and the beautiful but with the poor That's where I feel like home so much better than your whore All you fake people trying to be so real But at the end of the day it's too late appeal I know that I don't belong to the rich and the beautiful but with the poor That's where I feel like home so much better than your whore