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She was a new mean beauty queen,
Money, drugs, magazines,
That didn't do nothing, that didn't do nothing,
They gave her diamonds, shiny boys, city speak, every joy,
That didn't do nothing, no nothing for her
You can lead a horse to water but you can't expect it to drink
Now ain't that something, now ain't that something
Yeah when the world is at your gate, that won't satiate
Why are you crying if you want for nothing at all
Don't be a fly in my Martini baby come on down
The roof is high and I'm not climbing tonight,
Come down and I'll give you something to cry about
Fast cars, bougie bars, try all
and it drown in the scars
It won't do nothing, it won't do nothing
Even the best frame won't change your wet painting into,
The Mona Lisa, The Mona Lisa
You've got to dry your eyes baby
I know it's your party and you
Cry if you want to, cry if you want to
Yeah when the world is at your gate and that don't fill your plate
Why are you crying if you want for nothing at all
Don't be a fly in my Martini baby come on down
The roof is high and I'm not climbing tonight
Come down and I'll give you something to cry about
Money, drugs, magazines,
That didn't do nothing, that didn't do nothing,
They gave her diamonds, shiny boys, city speak, every joy,
That didn't do nothing, no nothing for her
You can lead a horse to water but you can't expect it to drink
Now ain't that something, now ain't that something
Yeah when the world is at your gate, that won't satiate
Why are you crying if you want for nothing at all
Don't be a fly in my Martini baby come on down
The roof is high and I'm not climbing tonight,
Come down and I'll give you something to cry about
Fast cars, bougie bars, try all
and it drown in the scars
It won't do nothing, it won't do nothing
Even the best frame won't change your wet painting into,
The Mona Lisa, The Mona Lisa
You've got to dry your eyes baby
I know it's your party and you
Cry if you want to, cry if you want to
Yeah when the world is at your gate and that don't fill your plate
Why are you crying if you want for nothing at all
Don't be a fly in my Martini baby come on down
The roof is high and I'm not climbing tonight
Come down and I'll give you something to cry about
Lyrics submitted by Justus0
Track duration: 04:09
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Martini ingredients
Vermouth and Gin (Dry virgin) hahahah
I believe Brandon is saying if I'm eating my pie.. don't bitch about not getting a slice when you don't deserve it!
This is how I interpret it:
So, there's this chick, and they give her all this shit (Money, drugs, magazines) Band she does nothing to earn it. It's just handed to her because she's a "beauty queen" . But, nothing that was handed to her made her happy, it was never enough for her. And she complains about not being happy, so Brandon says "You can lead a horse to water but you can't expect it to drink" meaning, you can tell her how to be happy, but, you can't expect her to take your advice, and make her self happy. "Now ain't that something?" Nothing satisfies her, and Brandon's wonder why she's complaining, because, she has everything.
At the chorus, I kind of think of her standing on the roof, about to jump, because she's not happy. and he basically says "stop ruining my good time." [Don't be a fly in my Martini, baby] "Get your ass down here, and that roof is high, and I'm not climbing up their to save your ass" [The roof is high and I'm not climbing tonight] "come down, and I'll show you what bad really is."
:)
Perhaps the gender difference is a means of showing that love/humanity/compassion trumps this pretentious outlook a lot of people like to put out? (Come down and I'll give you something to cry about.) Not necessarily a masochism, but sort of a "Silly girl," *taps on nose* type of idea. You know, let me show you my world, type of thing.
Also, the Mona Lisa line really speaks to me. I hate the type of people that make something and present it in this overly extravagant, arrogant light and try to pass themselves off as hip. Argh!
Obviously the Fly in the Martini represents that even this uppity woman can taint elegance...yay, nay?
(Also, Zee Deveel and Megalomaniac come to mind. Generally anti-ego and useless extravagance...)