Rich boy

I wouldn't want the rich to hold my hand,
And dance before the king with his young man.
I wouldn't wanna see that golden chair.
It just doesn't seem quite fair.

I'd like a dance under the stars,
In that old park behind those cars.
I don't mind sitting on the ground,
I feel at home when you're around...

And you can go on home, rich boy.
Go on home...
And you can stop pretending,
And you can stop your games and...
Go on home,
Go on home, rich boy...

I liked that rusty thing he drove,
I'm not so sure, of what it's called...
His pale blue eyes, like magnets, I
Just couldn't really find control...

I wouldn't want a million roses,
Or diamond rings for what it's worth.
You're not the man I met in autumn,
You're like shadow, all that's lost...

And you can go on home, rich boy.
Go on home...
And you can stop pretending,
And you can stop your games and...
Go on home,
Go on home, rich boy...

I'd like to go back to the start,
And stand right there in the park,
And tell you everything I felt,
When dancing with you hand in hand...

I wouldn't run or hide the truth,
I'd tell you why, I couldn't choose,
Because there's nothing I can do
But tell you, babe, I still love you....

And you can go on  home, rich boy.
Go on home...
And you can stop pretending,
And you can stop your games and...
Go on home,
Go on home, rich boy...