I want my pearls
and diamonds
I want my fancy car
I want a love that
bruns me up
I want some
cuts and scars
You said you can hold me
You'll make me
warm and sweet
Will you still recognize me
When I'm torn up
and imcomplete
What will become of me
Will you wait around to see
What will become of me
Will you wait around to see
Never found a place
to keep me
The darkness calls
like a banshee
Just when the bed is
warm and ready
I'm struggling to be free
What will become of me
Will you wait around to see
What will become of me
Will you wait around to see
I want my pearls
and diamonds
I want some cuts and scars
What will become of me
Will you wait around to see
What will become of me
Will you wait around to see
What will become of me
Will you wait around to see
Yeah