What can be better than this
Reality grown from a wish (a wish)
What could be better than this
It's Monday morning
The pink clouds part and the light falls upon me
Makes me feel so holy (yeah)
He watches while I do my makeup
And wraps my mink around me
And I can't help but to feel so lucky
What can be better than this
Reality grown from a wish (a wish)
What could be better than this
What could be better
Diamonds arm my body
She strokes my feathers and speaks to me softly
You're my goddess
She tries to fix my halo but I like I like
When it's crooked
What can be better than this
Reality grown from a wish (a wish)
What could be better than this
What could be better
When you spend the time to grind for what you pine
Reality will mold to what you like
Hear ye hear ye build me a shrine
'Cause I feel I feel so divine
Let the angels sing
What can be better than this
Reality grown from a wish
What could be better than this
What could be better
When you spend the time to grind for what you pine
Reality will mold to what you like
Hear ye hear ye build me a shrine
'Cause I feel I feel so divine