Even Your Fake Diamonds Scratch My Glass (12/14/94)

even your fake diamonds scratch my glass
the powder drifts away from the painful groove
despite their gaudy glitter, they got class, them stones got class

they might melt down and get all sticky
but their luster wouldn't dull a tiny bit
and the burning glue just don't smell icky, i ain't picky, i don't mind

my sequin sweetie
my fake jewel julie
my pink panther pussy
my nine karat hussy little queen
if i could only tell you what i mean

isn't that a fancy little bauble
i'd ignore it but it's sitting just so there
it's a pity i don't dabble with my black gloves anymore

it's temptation, yes, but i know i'll stay strong
or i'd melt and bubble just like plastic gems
and despite my gaudy glitter i still know right from wrong
these stones got class, these stones got class, these stones got class

but i would duck right under lasers
wearing black and make no sound
and shoot a noiseless arrow to the pedestal i've found
leave each alarm in silence as i pull from hand to hand
every little detail just exactly as i planned
is it real, it shines so bright, i don't know, i've come so far
the light year doubled back and has ambushed its mother star
the laws already broken, my getaway awaits
and in an act of hopefulness it's replaced with equal weight