Sweet, Rich, Beautiful, Mine

Sweet mouth…
When you formally say you are mine
Will you bitter, and look up
Confess you don’t understand, and
Actually hate who you know?
It’s pitiful, but it’s you
In full glamour
Sweet face…
Twisted and stiffened in a boring place
With such a rich mind
Life could be jewelry
It’s pitiful, but it’s you
In full glamour
You’re rich
('Cause) You’re/So beautiful
And you’re mine…
Sweetest ass…
Can I take you away from this trash?
If you’ll pack up the movie
That you are directing
A documentary of some foppy old sop star
With a pomp like a cockatoo
Is that who you’re portraying?
Or some tiresome injustice
That’s replaced by another
In the end, is that what you’re saying?
(Is that what you’re saying to me?)