Three times alone this week
I was supposed to be a rock star
"I only beat you when I'm drunk
You're only pretty when you're crying."
We are supposed to be
The ones who set the air afire
Three times alone this week
I was made into a liar
Whether I found the gold, I never told
Richer: I, brilliant white, I
I wear shoes that move men
From desert to riches
Give me what you've got, girl
And scratch it 'cause it itches
Call me Chameleon
And set this air afire
Three times alone this week
I was supposed to be a liar
Whether I found the gold, I never told
Richer: I, brilliant white, I
Maybe not, why the stare?
Would I lie about that which I am scared?
What did I say to you?
Step into a pot of gold
Rejoice in fire that which soon burns cold
What did I say to you?
I was supposed to be a rock star
"I only beat you when I'm drunk
You're only pretty when you're crying."
We are supposed to be
The ones who set the air afire
Three times alone this week
I was made into a liar
Whether I found the gold, I never told
Richer: I, brilliant white, I
I wear shoes that move men
From desert to riches
Give me what you've got, girl
And scratch it 'cause it itches
Call me Chameleon
And set this air afire
Three times alone this week
I was supposed to be a liar
Whether I found the gold, I never told
Richer: I, brilliant white, I
Maybe not, why the stare?
Would I lie about that which I am scared?
What did I say to you?
Step into a pot of gold
Rejoice in fire that which soon burns cold
What did I say to you?
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