Old Money

Blue hydrangea, cold cash divine
 Cashmere, cologne and white sunshine
 Red racing cars, sunset and vine
 The kids were young and pretty
 Where have you been?
 Where did you go?
 Those summer nights seem long ago
 And so is the girl you used to call
 The queen of New York City
 But if you send for me, you know I'll come
 And if you call for me, you know I'll run
 I'll run to you, I'll run to you
 I'll run, run, run
 I'll come to you, I'll come to you
 I'll come, come, come
 Oh-oh oh, oh-oh oh
 The power of youth is on my mind
 Sunsets, small town, I'm out of time
 Will you still love me when I shine
 From words but not from beauty
 My father's love was always strong
 My mother's glamour lives on and on
 Yet still inside, I felt alone
 For reasons unknown to me
 But if you send for me,...