Talk about a couple of freaks Did you see them? Diamond-studded bourgeoisie Take no creamer Next you send something I need To the cleaners And I would give you anything To be holy I would give you anything To be smooth I would give you anything To be holy, now Blue cursive newspaper ink Spoils the blessing Framed by the curl of her last breath let go Confessing Mine is the queen of the deceased When she's dressing So I would give you anything To be holy I would give you anything To be smooth I would give you anything To be holy, now