Superficial Lyrics

Dead flowers on the nightstand

Pearls laced up in a headband

Down the aisle is her man

Waiting like a dog

They met in Soho

Made plans for Tokyo

God knows they'll get to go

he's a loaded man

Off the streets of Hell's kitchen

Through money affliction

Now she's living in gold crimson

But as she walked through the chapel

The walls started to dull

And her priceless future suddenly looked null

Is she selling her soul

For everything and nothing at all?

Is she aware of the toll?

It's superficial

Is she selling her soul

For everything and nothing at all?

Is she aware of the toll?

It's superficial

Now she's married to his bank account

Now she's handcuffed to an empty vow

Is this really what you wanted?

Is this really what you need?

You want old money

All you have is greed

Is she selling her soul

For everything and nothing at all?

Is she aware of the toll?

It's superficial

Dead flowers on the nightstand

Pearls laced up in a headband

Down the aisle is her man

Waiting like a dog

They met in Soho

Made plans for Tokyo

God knows they'll get to go

He's a loaded man

Is she selling her soul

For everything and nothing at all?

Is she aware of the toll?

It's superficial

Is she selling her soul

For everything and nothing at all?

Is she aware of the toll?

It's superficial