We woke up in the presidential suite
With last nights empty champagne bottles clinking at our feet
You rolled over and asked how did I sleep
With your bed hair and your make-up sliding down your cheeks
And I had to laugh
Cos I can't believe we turned our luck around
To be the richest poorest people in this town
No searching down the sofa trying to find a pound
Anymore, anymore, anymore
I think I had 3 jobs and you had 4
And it kept food on the table and carpets on the floor
But it never stopped us wanting so much more
So we Avon'd in the rain, and tried our luck at every door
And I have to laugh
Cos I can't believe we turned our luck around
To be the richest poorest people in this town
No cutting coupons in our dressing gowns
Anymore, anymore, anymore
And I had to laugh
Cos I can't believe we turned our luck around
To be the richest poorest people in this town
No searching down the sofa trying to find a pound
Or cutting coupons in our dressing gowns
No Hanging round and waiting for markdowns
Anymore, anymore, anymore