Cubic Zirconia

Cubic Zirconia Baby, no one can tell When they're up against your throat You know they shine just as well Fresh off the market, but you're nobody's prize Magazine quiz called you apple shape You look to me like dollar signs You look like dollar signs Why wouldn't that be enough? For what more could I want? (Why wouldn't that be enough?) Don't you hate me when you see me turn it on For some strangers or acquaintances A few seats down the bar Like a barbed-wire electric fence of personality You always avert your gaze When I'm partaking in that currency Taking in that currency Why wouldn't that be enough? For what more could I want? (Why wouldn't that be enough?) Face framed by hoodie like an oyster in a shell And your eyes are rolling at me as a pair of angry pearls You're the prettiest mermaid in the souvenir shop But if you're coming home this late You know you'd better be drunk You'd better be drunk But on the scenic waterfront Would you take my hand? The palm trees grow like crabgrass (Precious cargo and all that) 'Cause I'm still craving that unstable sort of shine Shining like cold plastic water bottles held against the light I crush them up in my hands for fun Precious cargo and all that (Why wouldn't that be enough?) Why wouldn't that be enough? Why wouldn't that be enough?