Joplin wanted a Mercedes Benz
But Lord won't you find me a billionaire
Like the one Grimes managed to snare
Make him fat, make him old
Bald, bony, hands cold, I don't care
Please Lord, just find me a billionaire
Like the one Grimes managed to snare
Maybe I'm no Anna Nicole
I'm kinda flat-chested, fat, and short
But I swear that in my soul
I'm blond and busty,
Sweet and funny, hot and lusty
So Lord, won't you find me a billionaire
Like the one Grimes managed to snare
I swear I'd love him if he were poor
But that wouldn't keep the wolf from the door,
Caviar on my spoon
My peach in bloom
So Lord, if you care
Lord if you're there
Please won't you find me a billionaire?
Like the one Grimes managed to snare
MC
