She grew up in a nice neighborhoodBut it didn’t do her no goodCause she’s just a sum of her influenceHell, and I can’t tell you the differenceBy the cracked windscreen on her carSomething is telling you don’t know how lucky you areYou’re just like the rest of those girlsThey’re all death by diamonds anddeath by diamonds anddeath by diamonds anddeath by diamonds and pearlsdeath by diamonds and pearlsYou got your figure all niceBut the heart stays colder than iceYou got 25 grand on the bubbleAnd you’re the one telling me that you don’t think you’re in troubleI might be a fan of your insolenceBut that don’t make you the innocentYou’re just like the rest of those girlsThey’re all death by diamonds anddeath by diamonds anddeath by diamonds anddeath by diamonds and pearls