I emptied out my pockets that's when he looked at me puzzled by the crumpled papers ticked stubs and keys he wondered where my money was I asked "Why did it matter?" (You see) I don't socialized with guys who get served from a silver platter well maybe he is poor like me and debonair just for the night that's when I spied the roll of his eyes I looked again and he was out of my sight (How many times, how many times) must I prove myself (How many times, how many times) am I valued by my wealth Chorus: A rich girl is your desire A rich girl would set your heart on fire Which girl is it gonna be? Cuz a rich girl just isn't me - no, not me I met up with a real jet-setter he tried to whisk me off my feet I knew I could do much better when he asked about my money you may find your pride in hard cash, baby but your missing a major part You'll have no one to spend it on if you're sitting on a cold, cold heart you're looking real trim, I bet you go to the gym working out in a tie and collar you gotta stay true, do what you gotta do bow down to the almighty dollar