Rich Girl Lyrics

We're always on the prowl
come Friday night
All the girls on the avenues
sure looking ripe
Gonna make that call
and then we'll roll our dice
And when I hit that bullseye
it'll be all right

Never met a rich girl I didn't like
Never met a rich girl that wasn't my type

Well she said she'd buy me
anything I like
All the beer I could drink
And a motorbike
Gonna burn away all her cash
she can afford
In a stretch black limousine
on her credit card