Luxury Problems

I know the meaning of complaining without a cause
Oh, how it must be so terrible to get a little scratch on that German car
You're running low on gasoline
Strike up a match so I can feel the heat
With your husband waiting on the other line
With nothing to lose and plenty of time

Slap my face with a diamond ring
Oh honey, your problems are luxury
You play every part in a made up tragedy
Oh honey, your problems are luxury

I know the feeling of drinking cause the burden is strong
Oh, how it must be so terrible to get to the bottom of that Dom Perignon
You're running high cause the bottle's low
Raise your voice so you can take control
Then sidestep just to walk a straight line
With nothing to lose in the nick of time

Slap my face with a diamond ring
Wearing a gold watch, your problems are luxury
You're coming undone at the seams of your Gucci
Oh honey, your problems are luxury

Slap my face with a diamond ring
You're coming undone, oh, aren't you baby
You do what you want and it doesn't mean anything to me
You're coming undone aren't you baby
Slap my face with a diamond ring, oh honey, your problems are luxury
You're taking home the Oscar in your very own tragedy, honey, your problems are luxury