I’ve nev er seen a (CN.C.)dia mond in the flesh
I cut my teeth on wed ding rings in the mov ies and I’m not proud of my ad dress,
in the torn up town,
no post code en vy.
But ev ’ry song’s like (D)gold teeth, Grey Goose, trip pin’ in the bath room.
Blood stains, ball gowns, trash in’ the ho tel room, (C)we don’t care,
we’re driv ing (G)Ca dil lacs in our dreams.
But ev ’ry bod y’s like (D)Cris tal, May bach, dia monds on your time piece.
Jet planes, is lands, ti gers on a gold leash.
(C)We don’t care,
we aren’t (G)caught up in your love af fair.
And we’ll nev er be (D)ro yals (Ro yals.) it don’t run in our blood.
That kind of (C)luxe just ain’t for us.
We crave a (G)diff ’rent kind of buzz.
Let me be your (D)ru ler.
(Ru ler.) You can call me queen bee and ba by I’ll (C)rule.
(I’ll rule.
I’ll rule.
I’ll rule.)
Let me live that fan ta sy.
This page shows “Royals” by Lorde in our color-coded kid songbook view — every note is colored by pitch (red C, orange D, yellow E, green F, blue G, purple A, pink B) and the lyrics sit directly under each note, so children can sing along while they play. The song is in the key of G at 88 BPM, a slightly more challenging arrangement — practice each phrase slowly first.