Gold Plated by Shoplifters Lyrics

Don't I look glossy
Oh look I'm so in trend
Do I look pretty
Do you like the way I play pretend?;

"This is my passion
On sale for only 50 bucks"
Rinse and repackage
And fill my empty void with chucks;

This is my life
Do you know what it costed
Another Ballad
Aren't you exhausted? ;

I'll appeal to how you feel
And then I'll profit
Become a burnt out tool
Become a prophet;

(Lose ya common sense
Move your hips and shake, shake it;
Hook by hook by hook
Reel 'em in and rake, rake it;

Grind and grip it hard
This is how I'm gonna treat you right;)

Common desire
And they all start to lose it

(And I can't get enough)
(Oh, I can't get enough)

The more we're groovin', the more it starts moving away, away, away
It feels like heaven but know it never feels like you'll stay, you'll stay, you'll stay

The more we're groovin', the more it starts moving away, away, away
The more we choose it, the more we start drifting away, away, awaaaaaaay