Diamonds

Oh it's the year of the boomerang, I'm bringing it back to stacked wax and miles of piles of 8 tracks and they all play the same song where you know all the words or even if you don't it sounds familiar at first. It goes 1 o'clock, 2 o'clock, 3 o'clock, stop and then I'll start again. I'm hotter than the sun wearing a cardigan. Pardon my reflex to give you what you're wanting. It's style over substance and everybody loves it.
Honestly, honesty is overrated. If you're going to be a liar, baby, better be the best. So check my chest for the marks of an S. Got a Clark Kent complex running through my head. Ask me how I am I will reply super, man. I'm doing fine. I'm like the king midas of rhyming but everything I touch just turns into diamonds.
They call me diamonds cause I'm a girl's best friend.
Yeah, then they go and sing it again.
This is an exercise in excess and best dressed. Fresh to death toes to heads. Egos bigger than Texas. You need to stress the sneakers up to the necklace cause looking good is half the battle. Now you know, Go Joe. She says she wears how she feels. A crown of shit and sexy heels, now that's what I call sex appeal but it doesn't matter at all cause it all looks the same crumpled up in a ball.
Yes, he shoots, he scores, he's on fire. Oh yes, he's so Genesis the sun's silent. Yes, he ceases speaking in third person. I apologize for that brief diversion. My swagger is my championship belt. I'm like Mr. Perfect throwing touchdowns to myself. I hit the end zone and cue the violins. I want my girl covered in nothing but diamonds.