She grew up in a nice neighborhood   But it didn't do her no good   Cause she's just a sum of her influence   Hell, and I can't tell you the difference   By the cracked windscreen on her car   Something is telling you don't know how lucky you are   You're just like the rest of those girls         They're all death by diamonds and   death by diamonds and   death by diamonds and   death by diamonds and pearls   death by diamonds and pearls         You got your figure all nice   But the heart stays colder than ice   You got 25 grand on the bubble   And you're the one telling me that you don't think you're in trouble   I might be a fan of your insolence   But that don't make you the innocent   You're just like the rest of those girls         They're all death by diamonds and   death by diamonds and   death by diamonds and   death by diamonds and pearls