Lorde

Wait ’til you’re announced We’ve not yet lost all our graces The hounds will stay in chains Look upon your greatness That you’ll send the call out (send the call out [15x]) Call all the ladies out They’re in their finery A hundred jewels on throats A hundred jewels between teeth Now bring my boys…

I’ve never seen a diamond in the flesh I cut my teeth on wedding rings in the movies And I’m not proud of my address In a torn up town No postcode envy But every song’s like: Gold teeth, Grey Goose, tripping in the bathroom Bloodstains, ball gowns, trashing the hotel room We don’t care…