The suburbs are boring
Not much to do
She dreams of flashing lights
Someone better than you
I'm trying to please her
But it all seems wrong
And now she's moving away
While I'm getting dragged along
Money ain't much to me
But it's getting her off
When she says she loves me
I know that she doesn't mean a thing
Wearing high and clothes and powered noses sipping on her gin
Well I wish I could be superficial
Wish I could be someone's plastic dream
Obsessed with the singer's
Never got her own style
No friends but a following
And it's making me cry
Is she really lovely
Or a waste of my time
At the end of the day
No feelings are worthwile
Diamonds don't do it for me
But it's getting me some
When she says she loves me
I know that she doesn't mean a thing
Wearing high and clothes and powered noses sipping on her gin
Well I wish I could be superficial
Wish I could be someone's plastic dream
Money ain't much to me
But it's getting her off
Diamonds don't do it for me
But it's getting me some
Money ain't much to me
But it's getting her off
Diamonds don't do it for me
But it's getting me some
When she says she loves me
I know that she doesn't mean a thing
Wearing high and clothes and powered noses sipping on her gin
Well I wish I could be superficial
Wish I could be someone's plastic dream
When she says she loves me
I know that she doesn't mean a thing
Wearing high and clothes and powered noses sipping on her gin
Well I wish I could be superficial
Wish I could be someone's plastic dream