Diamonds

When your heels touch down on a Sunday
And those golden dreams get up and walk away
Don't know how many hands they made you shake
Don't know how many deals they made you make
You can tell him that you love him
But you ain't gotta love em this time

Forgot to put on your diamonds
(Your diamonds)
Your plane was leaving so you couldn't be late
(Couldn't be late)
On your way down to Nevada
(Nevada)
Forgot to put on your diamonds

Though his TV screens
Are higher resolution
(Yeah)
You just throw it on his credit card
And know that he can pay
(Got to make em pay)
Do exactly what he wants until he owns ya
In 15 months he ain't even gonna know ya
You can tell him that you love him
But you ain't gotta love em this time

Forgot to put on your diamonds
(Your diamonds)
Your plane was leaving so you couldn't be late
(Couldn't be late)
On your way down to Nevada
(Nevada)
Forgot to put on your diamonds

You ain't coming up alone
You hum the elevator song
You said you've never been that wrong
You said you've never been that wrong

Forgot to put on your diamonds
(Your diamonds)
Your plane was leaving so you couldn't be late
(Couldn't be late)
On your way down to Nevada
(Nevada)
Forgot to put on your
Forgot to
Forgot to
Forgot to put on your diamonds
(Your diamonds)
Your plane was leaving so you couldn't be late
(Couldn't be late)
On your way down to Nevada
(Nevada)
Forgot to put on your diamonds



Credits
Writer(s): Michael Moody, Michael Bermudez, Brett Wesley Dooge, Jeffrey Eugene Chmielewski, Nicholas Clement Barone, Carson Thomas Maccagnone, Angelo Joseph Coppola
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