Credits
Lyrics: TV-Noise
Music: Tore Hansen
Melody: TV-Noise
High Society
6 a.m. you're still asleep, the last night’s whore is leaving you
your wife is coming home today, your house is looking just like hell
she's been overseas at a meeting in L.A.
at least that's what she told you before you went away
10 a.m. your eyes are red, you're awake but still in bed
your maid is cleaning up the house, you're head is feeling like a stone
outside your window a car stops
your wife is inside it and she smiles like a sun
high society you love your money, high society it's good to be rich
high society you spend your money, your high society life is a bitch
she says hello and kisses you, she's looking like a fantasy
after dinner you make love, you like her better than the whore
she like all the dirty things you want her to do
and you don't have to pay her 'cause she's married to you
high society you love your money, high society it's good to be rich
high society you spend your money, your high society life is a bitch
so there you are the perfect ones, at least that's what you like to think
your wife loves you, you cheat on her when she's out in business your're
home in joy but you don't know that your wife’s lover
is young enough to be your boy
high society you love your money, high society it's good to be rich
high society you spend your money, your high society life is a bitch
