Shopping ,shopping shopaholic, the unbelievable high stands
The New Yorker who's passport-less
And BF is a stock broker and jealousy over opportunity and the looks
During high school it was Evis, now it’s Jimmy Choo
In front of Dolce and Gabbana with boyfriend’s card
And secretly swiping it
Everything you’ve picked are “in”
Those untruthful ambitions are the lungs and money is the oxygen
No confidence but ya droppin’ that money
Brain stuffed with the Louis Vuittons
And those luxury brands are your Vatican
The genuine values stuffed into a coffin by the bandwagon
It’s the same, I’m livin’ in this Hollywood
There’s no rich and the poor, just Christian Dior

It's going down in this bittersweet symphony
Don't turn around baby you're going down
In this bittersweet symphony
you're going down down and around

The crashing economies are the planes
Her and her BF are E.N.D. No more Gucci and Fendi
Bag he gifted is expensive luxury brand and the value crashed
Within a day panicking, slowpoke too slow to compute the reality
Even if everyone picks same brands
But always bickering for the luxury brands
And that kind of life is like a Gyro Drop
Now only thing that’s left are high standards and the worn-out body
And thinking he’s an ATM
Even then aiming for Jackpot at Casino Slot
She’s a broken supercar
Leaving behind the BF and riding on a different stolen car
Just leaving like that and now has another man in her arms
And hid the past history under the thin bed sheet.

It's going down in this bittersweet symphony
Don't turn around baby you're going down
In this bittersweet symphony
you're going down down and around
Shopin' shopaholic I'm a superstar
I love diamonds and supercars
Shopin' shopaholic I'm a superstar
I love diamonds and supercars

Shopin' shopaholic I'm a superstar
I love diamonds and supercars
Shopin' shopaholic I'm a superstar
I love diamonds and supercars

Drawn in by the world and screwed up
Just like an answer sheet that’s only half filled
Turn the off TV, those are all virtual images of luxury brands
Since your withering away listen well
Yes I know, you are fashionist
But you can’t buy love or happiness
Always itching for the card or dollar
No matter how much you swipe it’s always not enough

Those atypical ambitions of her’s
And can’t escape from the reality that’s coming in like a mustang
Shopping mall soon will be USA
Those luxury brands are her lifejacket
And her habit, it can be fixed easily
Once it’s fixed she will loose self-consciousness forever
It can’t be rewind back, so better stop it before it’s too late
Someone has to set a blockade on her path

It's going down in this bittersweet symphony
Don't turn around baby you're going down
In this bittersweet symphony
you're going down down and around

I'm going going down...


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