Superficial

Dead flowers on the nightstand
Pearls laced up in a headband
Down the aisle is her man
Waiting like a dog
They met in Soho
Made plans for Tokyo
God knows they'll get to go
he's a loaded man
Off the streets of Hell's kitchen
Through money affliction
Now she's living in gold crimson
But as she walked through the chapel
The walls started to dull
And her priceless future suddenly looked null
Is she selling her soul
For everything and nothing at all?
Is she aware of the toll?
It's superficial

Is she selling her soul
For everything and nothing at all?
Is she aware of the toll?
It's superficial
Now she's married to his bank account
Now she's handcuffed to an empty vow
Is this really what you wanted?
Is this really what you need?
You want old money
All you have is greed
Is she selling her soul
For everything and nothing at all?
Is she aware of the toll?
It's superficial
Dead flowers on the nightstand
Pearls laced up in a headband
Down the aisle is her man
Waiting like a dog
They met in Soho
Made plans for Tokyo
God knows they'll get to go
He's a loaded man

Is she selling her soul
For everything and nothing at all?
Is she aware of the toll?
It's superficial
Is she selling her soul
For everything and nothing at all?
Is she aware of the toll?
It's superficial



Credits
Writer(s): Julia Velez
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