Gilded Lily

She shines and she radiates
With true glow all so honest more than she knows
Herself she underates
With a bell and a whistle she decorates
To bring out less out something more to talk about now
Pull it in or fill it out
It’s not what she put on
It’s not what she put on
And oh, little darling why did you pour more?
Oh, can’t you see your reflection is gold?
You don’t need these to shot you off
No, gilded lily, you’re really more ready than not
Crack in the mirror’s split her vanity
Her voice grows, echoes, tells us she’s a Jane Doe so
Usual and ordinary
With a brush and a polish she touches on
Her skin she fills in hollow imperfections with diamonds, costumes,
and gold trim
It’s not what she put on
It’s not what she put on
And oh, little darling why did you pour more?
Oh, can’t you see your reflection is gold?
You don’t need these to shot you off
No, my gilded lily, you’re really more ready than not
With a bell and a whistle she decorates
Oh, little darling, don’t pour more
Oh, little darling
Oh, little darling why did you pour more?
Oh, did you see your reflection is gold?
You don’t need these to shot you off
No, my gilded lily, you’re really more ready than not