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 just 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?