Thank God

Jazzy charm bracelet baby
Yes I can see all your charms
As the light reflects those cheap fake diamonds
Your eyes are complimented as they draw attention, that you crave

Why else would you carry it off the way you do?
Because the flashes are ecstatic, you always were so bloody dramatic
Queen bee, you're all Me. Me. Me. You won't reveal an inch of it, will you
That you're too fragile to be made strong, bandaged tightly beneath that fabric, baby
It's not the way you were designed, my sweet treasure

Cell phone dingle dangle Bleep. Bleep. Bleep. You won't get any sleep
Damn so many people are texting you tonight but how can you resist
Don't you ever get fed up? Where is your privacy? Or your dignity
Baby, I feel for you, I thought my life was bad.
And it's bounteously sad, how I thirst for your identity, I must be mad.

Bacardi breezer, transforms you into such a teaser
That blusher looks so painful you know, or did someone really slap your face?
I'm here where you don't want me baby, I'm not a stalker lady, I'm an angel maybe
The more I see you, the less I want to be you.
Thank God.