Luxury

If I was having such a good time
It wasn’t really that much fun
A counterfeit conspiracy
That’s suddenly gone wrong
So come on — come on
You’re a luxury
A peculiar luxury
It always breaks my heart
You can keep your mystery
It doesn’t mean a thing to me
Painted lips and l’oreal
Are broadcast in the dark
A necessary cover up
That’s finally left its mark
So come on — come on
You’re a luxury
A peculiar luxury
It always breaks my heart
You can keep your mystery
It doesn’t mean a thing to me
Your sneaky little schemes that show
The wolf’s still at your door
A vicious little paragon
Of what you were before
So come on — come on
You’re a luxury
A peculiar luxury
It always breaks my heart
You can keep your mystery
It doesn’t mean a thing to me