[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