Ooooh, yeah, I am a luxury baby I am top tier, mhm Male Choir: Bless her heart I need a billionaire Who looks just like a movie star To write me poetry While driving in his custom car I walk in like I own the place I am strictly high couture Male Choir: She is in her sweatpants at the grocery store I tell them I am a ten I am the catch of the day But I just spilled some ketchup On my Gucci appliqué Uh-huh, yeah, that stains Male Choir: Ding Attention please We are fielding an alert She is not a nightmare Nobody got hurt We have analyzed the data And the metrics are quite clear You are aggressively average, my dear Ooh, tell her gently now You are like a decent little diner On a Tuesday night The service is okay The temperature is alright The shipping took too long The package took a little hit But sending you back is too much work So we will just live with it You want the platinum tier But honey, here is the truth We are handing out a perfectly polite Middle of the road review Shoo-wop, shoo-wop, yeah Wondering why the superhot guys Always swipe to the left It is because you talk right over people Until they are out of breath You order half-caff, no-foam Extra-hot, sugar-free Just so you can complain To the poor barista, honestly You expect a red-carpet rollout At the bowling lanes Male Choir: Pro, she brought her own shoes Male Choir: Con, she is a pain Mhm, I see you girl Male Choir: Ding Attention please We are fielding an alert She is not a nightmare Nobody got hurt We have analyzed the data And the metrics are quite clear You are aggressively average, my dear Ooh, take it down a notch You are like a decent little diner On a Tuesday night The service is okay The temperature is alright The shipping took too long The package took a little hit But sending you back is too much work So we will just live with it You want the platinum tier But honey, here is the truth We are handing out a perfectly polite Middle of the road review Shoo-wop, shoo-wop, tell them boys Okay, sis, huddle up Let's have a little chat You want a five-star man You cannot act like that You want the luxury package The premium suite You gotta bring a little more Than a free trial to the street You cannot be demanding The penthouse view When you are acting like a motel Missing a shoe Male Choir: Preach It is just the facts, baby You are like a decent little diner On a Tuesday night The service is okay The temperature is alright The shipping took too long The package took a little hit But sending you back is too much work So we will just live with it Embrace the bronze, baby Because honey, here is the truth We are handing out a perfectly polite Middle of the road review Shoo-wop, shoo-wop Yeah, I am keeping it Shoo-wop, shoo-wop I am a five-star in my own mind, baby Thank you for your feedback Your review has been submitted
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