DELUXE

[Intro] Don’t save it. De-luxe. [Verse 1 ] Silk in the bag for a special occasion. I let it wait long enough. Cut off the tag, let it drag on the pavement— See what the good stuff does. Now the bass puts rings in every glass; That’s my kind of jewelry. Put your camera down for one song. Let me give you something it can’t keep. [Pre-Chorus] Don’t straighten my collar. Don’t fix my hair. I like the way this looks on me— Like I forgot you were there. [Chorus] De-luxe, de-luxe— Make it so good I forget to look good. De-luxe, de-luxe— Don’t save the good stuff. Use it up. Let the silk stick, let the gold swing. Let me get my hands on the real thing. De-luxe, de-luxe— What are we saving it for? [Post-Chorus] De-licious. De-lirious. De-luxe. Not for display. [Verse 2] Left heel snapped, so I kicked off the right. Saved me the trouble of acting polite. Didn’t spend three hours getting this done To spend three more sucking my stomach in. Somebody’s mama is down by the speakers, Doing some shit I need lessons to do. She threw back her head and forgot we were there. Now that’s an expensive fucking view. [Pre-Chorus] Don’t straighten my collar. Don’t fix my hair. I like the way this looks on me— Like I forgot you were there. [Chorus] De-luxe, de-luxe— Make it so good I forget to look good. De-luxe, de-luxe— Don’t save the good stuff. Use it up. Let the silk stick, let the gold swing. Let me get my hands on the real thing. De-luxe, de-luxe— What are we saving it for? [Dance Break] [Snarling synth-bass motif trades phrases with chopped vocals] De—de—de— De-luxe. De—de—de— De-luxe. [Bridge] Leave the lights on. We look good like this. Leave the lights on. I wanna remember this. Hands on your knees, got your hair in your mouth— Whatever that was, don’t smooth it out. Leave the lights on. We look good like this. [Build] Take it off the hanger. Take it out the drawer. What the hell’s the good stuff Waiting for? [False Ending] [Dry low vocal] Put those chairs back down. [Final Chorus] De-luxe, de-luxe— (Leave the lights on.) Make it so good we forget to look good. (We look good like this.) De-luxe, de-luxe— (Leave the lights on.) Don’t save the good stuff. Use it up. (I wanna remember this.) Let the silk stick, let the gold swing. Let the whole room get the real thing. De-luxe, de-luxe— What were we saving it for? [Final Vamp] De-licious. De-lirious. De-luxe. Not for display. Leave the lights on. Let me look at you. Now that’s the good stuff. [Final Hit] De-luxe.