I’ve nev er seen a 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 a torn up town,

We no n’t post code en vy.

But ev ’ry song’s like (D5)gold teeth, Grey Goose, trip ping in the bath room, blood stains, ball gowns, trash ing the ho tel room.

(C5)We don’t care,

we’re driv in’ (G5)Cad il lacs in our dreams.

But ev ’ry bod y’s like (D5)Cris tal, May bach, dia monds on your time piece, jet planes, is lands, ti gers on a gold leash.

(C5)We don’t care,

we aren’t (G5)caught up in your love af fair.

And we’ll nev er be (D5)roy als, (roy als.) It don’t run in our blood.

That kind of (C5)luxe just ain’t for us.

We crave a (G5)dif f’rent kind of buzz.

Let me be your (D5)rul er, (rul er.) 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.

My friends and I, we’ve cracked the code.

We count our dol lars on the train

to the par ty.

And ev ’ry one who knows us knows

In we’re fine with this.

We did n’t come from mon ey.

But ev ’ry song’s like (D5)gold teeth, Grey Goose, trip ping in the bath room, blood stains, ball gowns, trash ing the ho tel room.

(C5)We don’t care,

we’re driv in’ (G5)Cad il lacs in our dreams.

But ev ’ry bod y’s like (D5)Cris tal, May bach, dia monds on your time piece, jet planes, is lands, ti gers on a gold leash.

(C5)We don’t care,

we aren’t (G5)caught up in your love af fair.

And we’ll nev er be (D5)roy als, (roy als.) It don’t run in our blood.

That kind of (C5)luxe just ain’t for us.

We crave a (G5)dif f’rent kind of buzz.

Let me be your (D5)rul er, (rul er.) 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.

My friends and Oh,

oh,

(D5)oh,

we’re big ger than we ev er dreamed.

And I’m in love with be ing queen.

Oh,

oh,

oh,

life is great with out a care.

We aren’t (CN.C.)caught up in your love af fair.

And we’ll nev er be

(CN.C.)Let me live that fan ta sy.