Baby I got your money
I’ve had some practice
Your memory can tell
That it’s so perfect
Sisters they yell
Curbed stomped to fit
I think it’s sweet
No wounds to lick
Let’s see your neck
Voila ta-da
Beauty is sick
White gowns all ruined
Find some reflection
Sugar cane showing
I’m so upset
Could never leave it
What I want is a view
People need a tree
There’s nothing new
Desires they plead