[Verse]
Fanciness worn on the sleeve of a slum
Goes running forlorn from your fingers and thumbs
Mingles with stars from your teeth and your gums
Withering gra** and a vacancy drum
Branches and horns growing peaches and plums
[Chorus]
Dress it up so fancy, dress it up so nice
Never get it dirty, shine it up so bright
[Verse 2]
Tangled in bells and a wrapper inside
Fibergla** shells separate and divide
Pearls in a snail leaving inches of slime
In a delicate way having something to hide
Your handcrafted pit and your factory shine
[Chorus 2]
Dress it up so fancy, dress it up so nice
When you get it dirty, leave it all behind