Trust Funds

I've got a lover
She lives in the suburbs
Eats trust funds for supper
Got a Range for her birthday
And a Beamer
Seen them on Insta
Had to laugh at the picture
'Cause she can't even drive yet

She's got a brother
He took a gap-year
To Papua New Guinea
Says he's found himself spiritually
I'd like to slap him
Just to see what happens
I'm not gonna chance it
He's paying all my uni fees

As for the father
He's never home much
Wife's on her lonesome
Cozy with the tеnnis coach
But the cash papers the cracks
And I don't likе to ask
No, I don't like to get involved

I've got a lover
Not much in common
She talks about nothing
She's driving me around the bend
Listen, darling
I'm so not bothered
Which dress you're gonna
Wear to town this weekend

When I call her up at night
All of her problems I can't relate to
And I get to thinking, "Well, why the hell am I with you?"
Then I think of all my friends out stacking shelves and I realize
"Oh, yeah, no one pays as well as you do"

Then I fall back in love with you
And the emptiness inside subsides
As we pull up to your gated residential
And you're inviting me inside
And you ask me what I'd like to do
And I say, "Darling, I don't mind"
And you ask me what I'd like for supper
And I say, "Trust funds will be just fine"