She drips diamonds like a glacier melts
She's self-made down to her buckles and belts
And she's really happy, but not with a lot
And she gets her pleasures from her chemist shop

She's busy, busy losing the plot
Busy but her mind is shut
Doesn't really want it to stop
She just says now

Hey there sister, that bottle leads to hell
I ain't drinking that honey can't you tell
Jump while they're swimming, this ship is sinking
God knows who to sail so
Hey there mister, throw some luck away to the wishing well
Throw some luck away to the wishing well

Don't start thinking, it messes with your head
Go with instincts, the sweet or the dead
True love is out there, it's waiting with a ring
You'll know her face the second she walks in

He's busy, busy losing the plot
Busy but his mind is shut
He doesn't really want it to stop
He just says now

Hey there sister, that bottle leads to hell
I ain't drinking that honey can't you tell
Jump while they're swimming, this ship is sinking
God knows who to sail so
Hey there mister, throw some luck, oh, into the wishing well
Throw some luck away to the wishing well

Hey there sister, that bottle leads to hell
I ain't drinking that honey can't you tell
Jump while they're swimming, this ship is sinking
God knows who to sail so
Hey there mister, throw some luck away to the wishing well
Throw some luck away to the wishing well

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