Champagne From A Straw(Chords)

	        Intro: F  Bb  C  C	 

Dm                      Bb                            C                          Am 
Midday in the underground, there's a teenage girl selling music for her bed.  
Dm                             Bb                                 C 
I'll be the one that you look upon and thank your lucky stars  
                 Am 
That you walk in your own shoes.  
Dm                      Bb                        C                     Am 
Clip clop past a sleeping bag and a woolly hat lying open on the ground.  
Dm                     Bb                          C                         Am               Bb           C 
Give money and sympathy, hold your little girl like you won't see her again.  

          F           Bb    Gm            C                   F            Bb 
Does anyone know, 				the places you go.  

                    F   Bb              C 
On a day like today I drink champagne from a straw  
                         F   Bb               C 
And I get my own way, He loves me above them all.  
                   F                      Bb                  C 
And there's no such thing as poor little rich girls  

On a day like today.  

Dm                  Bb                      C                               Am 
I've got my all over tan and my tummy tuck, my two babies boy and girl.  
Dm                      Bb                 C                            Am 
Big house in the country with expensive bags for my scary little dog.  
Dm                    Bb                     C                                      Am 
My man sleeps around a bit, keeps him from my bed, one less job for me to do 
Dm                       Bb                             C                     Am                    Bb     C 
I'm the one you look up to and wish on every star for one day in my high shoes.  

           F      Bb      Gm    C		                 F      Bb 
Can anyone hear, 				it's hollow in here.  

                      F   Bb            C 
On a day like today I drink champagne from a straw  
                          F    Bb            C 
And I get my own way, he chose me above them all  
                  F                       Bb                  C 
And there's no such thing as poor little rich girls  
                   Dm  Bb  C  Am          Dm   Bb   C   Am 
In a day like today. 			A day like today.  
                Dm  Bb  C  Am             Dm  Bb  C   Am   Bb   C 
A day like today. 			A day like today...  

           F        Bb  Gm  C              F   Bb   Gm  C 
Can anyone hear, 		it's hollow in here.
	        

Written by Andrea Corr