platinum covered baby
a disturbance in the soul produces a need for expression. i've been writing several songs recently. here's one:

platinum covered baby

looking through the tinted lens her covering
searching for her latest piece of luxury (could it satisfy)
looking through the glass all lit up sparkling
hoping from the window for the highest clarity

she's not a silver girl
her white gold rush is over

she's a platinum covered baby
finding her worth what the eye can see
she's a platinum covered baby
just needing more it's her infinite plea
to be

walking down the street all heads turn quickly
noticing her jacket warm and gleaming (could she let it go)
giving out some change and green her offering
to the poor she knows they need her charity

she's not a silver girl
her white gold rush is over

she's a platinum covered baby
finding her worth what the eye can see
she's a platinum covered baby
just needing more it's her infinite plea
to be

someone, something, outdoing all her company (3x)
someone, something