Lyrics:

She's got all the friends that money can buy
She's the apple of her Daddy's eye
She's got all the friends that money can buy
She's the apple of her Daddy's eye

The family money has a magnetic pull (yeah yeah yeah)
Her social diary is always full

* And both her faces, so easy on the eye
And everyone worth knowing is kissing her behind

[Chorus]

Style has a price without much change
If you have to ask, then it's out of your range

[Repeat *]

[Chorus]

Ooh ah, ooh ah
Ooh ah, ooh ah
Versace and Prada
They mean nothing to me, to me (ooh aah)
Well, you can buy your friends
But I'll hate you for free
Hate you for free

[Chorus] x 2