PLAYPLAYC G C G I may be a rich man's daughterm And have servants of my own. C G A D I can snap my fingers, And I could have anything I want. A G Sometimes I look out my window, See lovers, hand-in-hand, walk by. A D They see the diamonds I wear But not the tears of envy in my eye. G A D Bm Oh, when will the good apples fall on my side of the fence? G A D When will I taste the sweet fruits of life? G A D Bm When will the sun smile for me, through great cloudy skies above? G A D When will I find my true, true love? C G C G Well, my daddy says, "Don't worry", And my daddy says, "Just wait, C G A D I'm going to find you a rich man's son, And bring him to our gate". A G Sometimes I look out my window, See lovers, hand-in-hand, walk by. A D Daddy doesn't know it: There are some things that money just can't buy. G A D Bm Oh, when will the good apples fall on my side of the fence? G A D When will I taste the sweet fruits of life?
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