Royals

I’ve never seen a diamond in the flesh.
I cut my teeth on wedding rings, in the movies.
And I’m not proud of my address.
In a torn up town.
No postal envy.
But every songs.
Gold teeth, grey goose, tripping in the bathroom, blood stains, ball gown,
trashing the hotel room.
We don’t care.
We’re driving Cadillacs in our dream But everybodys like.