InsaneJournal

she grew up in a nice neighborhood / but it didn't do her no good / 'cause she's just a sum of her influence / hell, and I can't tell you the difference / by the cracked windscreen on her car / something is telling you don't know how lucky you are / you're just like the rest of those girls / they're all death by diamonds and / death by diamonds and / death by diamonds and / death by diamonds and pearls // you got your figure all nice / but your heart stays colder than ice / you've got twenty-five grand on the bubble / and you're the one telling me that you don't think you're in trouble