Cubic Zirconia
Baby, no one can tell
When they're up against your throat
You know they shine just as well
Fresh off the market, but you're nobody's prize
Magazine quiz called you apple-shape
You look to me like dollar signs
You look like dollar signs
Why wouldn't that be enough?
For what more could I want?
(Why wouldn't that be enough?)
Don't you hate me when you see me turn it on
For some strangers or acquaintances
A few seats down the bar
Like a
Barbed-wire electric fence of personality
You always avert your gaze
When I'm partaking in that currency
Taking in that currency
Why wouldn't that be enough?
For what more could I want?
(Why wouldn't that be enough?)
Face framed by hoodie like an oyster in a shell
And your eyes are rolling at me as a pair of angry pearls
You're the
Prettiest mermaid in the souvenir shop
But if you're coming home this late
You know you'd better be drunk
You'd better be drunk
But on the scenic waterfront
Would you take my hand?
The palm trees grow like crabgrass
(precious cargo and all that)
'Cause I'm still craving that unstable sort of shine
Shining like
Cold plastic water bottles held against the light
I crush it up in my hands for fun
Precious cargo and all that
Why wouldn't that be enough?