I may have been raised 

on simple taste 

But I was all lace and sequins and neon sachets across the floor 

Oh I lived in luxury, changed my pennies to cubic zirconias 

Yeah, but man did I look good


Most of us grow out of this before it's too late 

We choke back sensibility like the liver on our plates 

In hopes of just one taste of the sweetness that awaits 

The sweetness that awaits


I'm a little more sedate 

in my old age 

Hid the glitter so well I lost it

Left my Las Vegas ambitions behind 

But never be fooled by the black 

Underneath all this simplicity 

Spins a disco ball heart 

I got me a disco


I guess I should grow out of this before it's too late 

Choke back sensibility like the liver on my plate 

In hopes of just one taste of the sweetness that awaits 

The sweetness that awaits


Me, I want desert first 

And a butterscotch baby 

To hold me tight

I want a life-size 

Chocolate version of you

I?m praying with all of my might

I?ll wake up this?ll still be true

I?ll wake up this?ll still be true


I guess it makes sense that 

I chose this 

Get to dress up and tell you stories 

I'm getting paid to be a kid 

I?m getting paid to be a kid


Every day, everyday, everyday I write the book