Born with too much love,
A ladies man
A lighter by Cartier
Though bought and made in Turkey
Being beautiful
At the Park Hotel
Such tenderness unknown
And there goes daddy's money
Of pirates and of vampires and of ghosts
Your fireside stories sure rock the most
No lion heart, a wuss, a pack of lights
A slick suburban crook in silk disguise
Know love, demise
Compliments, white lies
A pile of shards
Golden broken hearts
Standing on the yacht
White linen pants
That seagull shit will ruin
Your brand new brown suede shoes
You always get so sick on that damn boat
Or looking at your lovers fox fur coat
Know love, demise
Compliments, white lies
A pile of shards
Golden broken hearts
Your parents hold a bitter, bitter grudge
Ever since that fateful Christmas morning
Your friends with who you never stayed in touch
All of them just couldn't make it, sorry
Know love, demise
Compliments, white lies
A pile of shards
Golden broken hearts