You wanna see me in a dress
But disappear when I’m a mess
You always want me at my best
But yet you can’t pass a test
Even on my worst day I’d shine for you
But even at my best I’m just fine to you
Know my worth is more than you got
You think I’m gold, boy, I know you’re not
Every day I climb up another level
And you get closer to the devil
You go down and down and down and down
I’m droppin’ roses on you in my Versace gown
Hope you like my Sunday dress
I bought it just for you
This is my Sunday best
I hope you like the view
Do you like my Sunday dress
I wore it just for you
Tell me does my Sunday best
Make you wish you said ‘I do’
You want my face plastered in makeup
Right from the moment we wake up
You always want me camera ready
Before breakfast is even ready
Broken eggs in my stomach
I’m a tiptoeing dumb chick
Stepping around the discarded shells
Think we know what this spells
D-I-S-A-S-T-ER
I’d like to go to church wearing a coat of your fur
You go down and down and down and down
I’m droppin’ roses on you in my Versace gown
Hope you like my Sunday dress
I bought it just for you
This is my Sunday best
I hope you like the view
Do you like my Sunday dress
I wore it just for you
Tell me does my Sunday best
Make you wish you said ‘I do’
Organs are playing all my favorite songs
While you go right down to where you belong
Organs are playing all my favorite songs
While you dance with the dirt and wrestle all your wrongs
You go down…
Down…
Down…
Down…
I’m droppin’ roses on you…
In my Versace
(In my Versace goooooooown)
Hope you like my Sunday dress
I bought it just for you
This is my Sunday best
I hope you like the view
Do you like my Sunday dress
I wore it just for you
Tell me does my Sunday best
Make you wish you said ‘I do’