We set the jets on fire We wake up burning up with emerald eyes Miss penthouse dynamite is cyanide This service elevator is how I ride
Cause you’re a rich bitch and you’re super bad With your black lips and your taxi cabs I’m a quick fix for the shit you lack Dirty porcelain, sick aristocrat
If you really want, I’d give it all to you But I was born to lose If you really want to go out like that… Aristocrat, dirty little money trap
You and me are junk and money clips With trophies on our tongue and pixie sticks And caviar that thrills the simple kids The queen who hit and run the bowery king
Nothing compares to you You got it Nothing I won’t do for you Come get it Come take my hand, run away Don’t be afraid, I won’t lose
