Tripod Follow

I'm at a moment in my life where I want more than just a pretty little head.
Some random girl to warm my bed.
No, instead I'm gonna hold out cause I know exactly what I want.

Old money, old money.
I'd really like to meet a girl who comes from:
Old money, old money.
Some pointless twit who thinks I'm scum.

Shes got to be the kind of girl who wouldn't know how to toast a piece of bread.
The kind of girl who if you said "Where's the laundry" she'd say "How the hell would I know, is it near the stable?"
And at the table I would misspronouce the food and she would laugh at me.
Her parents would scowl as I get confused by all the fancy cutlery, they're just plain better than me.

Old money, old money.
Ooo yeah, ooo yeah.

She'll always be extremely rude to the help.
And when she's not around the help will then be rude to me, cause they can see I've got no place here shes just using me to get back at her father.
And the buttler is the only one whos ever really nice to me.
We play at dyes, and he teaches me the finer points of falconry.
Untill the night her father summons him up to the study.
The next day we go fishing him and me.
I'm unpacking my sandwhich when he throws me in the water and bashes me with an ore untill I die.
Yeah, that'd be sweet.

Old money, old money.
She'll look back at me as just a fad.
Old money, old money
(Old money, old money)
She's only using me to get back at her dad.
(She's only using me to get back at her dad.)