I was just a waitress
At the greasy spoon
I saw NYC on TV

And then howled at the moon
I told my lover of my plan
He looked me in the eye

He said I never would do nothing
But have three kids and die


I just wanna have 30k
To prove my lover wrong
I just wanna have 30k

To show that I belong

Off the bus from Michigan

Primed to make my name
Mama said ambition
Would only bring me shame

What about your family
Your bed and three hot meals
But if I stayed I'd never leave

The prison of endless fields

I just wanna have 30k

To prove my mama wrong
I just wanna have 30k
To show that I belong


I'll work for big fat businessmen
And dress in tiny skirts

I'll scrounge up some designer heels
And wear them 'til it hurts
When cousins write me letters

And flaunt their rings real mean
I'll pretend I'm glamorous
And I work for the queen


I just wanna have 30k
To prove my cousins wrong

I just wanna have 30k
To show that I belong


They say the city will spit you out
And show you what you're made of
I'm not made of cornstalks

Unlike all those haters
The fire inside burned that life down
And so I had to leave it

Only once I got here
Did I truly believe it


I can't be a waitress
I've given up too much
I'd put on that apron

And crumble at its touch
Two more weeks without a job
Will send me on my way

But I'll just get me 30 g's
And then I'll be okay


I just wanna have 30k, 30k, 30k
To prove my old self wrong
I just wanna have 30k, 30k, 30k

To show that I belong