Alba s touto skladbou:
Nothing like the first time,
Watsky,
Technohop Vol. 2,
Love.Angel.Music.Baby,
Justin Bieber,
Interpreting The Masters Volume 1: A Tribute To Daryl Hall and John Oates,
X-Factor,
I emptied out my pockets
that's when he looked at me
puzzled by the crumpled papers ticked stubs and keys
he wondered where my money was.
I asked "Why did it matter?"
(You see) I don't socialized with guys
who get served from a silver platter
well maybe he is poor like me
and debonair just for the night
that's when I spied the roll of his eyes
I looked again and he was out of my sight.
(How many times, how many times) must I prove myself
(How many times, how many times) am I valued by my wealth
A rich girl is your desire.
A rich girl would set your heart on fire.
Which girl is it gonna be?
Cuz a rich girl just isn't me - no, not me.
I met up with a real jet-setter
he tried to whisk me off my feet.
I knew I could do much better
when he asked about my money
you may find your pride in hard cash, baby
but your missing a major part.
You'll have no one to spend it on
if you're sitting on a cold, cold heart
you're looking real trim, I bet you go to the gym
working out in a tie and collar
you gotta stay true, do what you gotta do
bow down to the almighty dollar.
