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Shopping ,shopping shopaholic, the unbelievable high standsThe New Yorker who's passport-lessAnd BF is a stock broker and jealousy over opportunity and the looksDuring high school it was Evis, now it's Jimmy ChooIn front of Dolce and Gabbana with boyfriend's cardAnd secretly swiping itEverything you've picked are inThose untruthful ambitions are the lungs and money is the oxygenNo confidence but ya droppin' that moneyBrain stuffed with the Louis VuittonsAnd those luxury brands are your VaticanThe genuine values stuffed into a coffin by the bandwagonIt's the same, I'm livin' in this HollywoodThere's no rich and the poor, just Christian DiorIt's going down in this bittersweet symphonyDon't turn around baby you're going downIn this bittersweet symphonyyou're going down down and aroundThe crashing economies are the planesHer and her BF are E.N.D. No more Gucci and FendiBag he gifted is expensive luxury brand and the value crashedWithin a day panicking, slowpoke too slow to compute the realityEven if everyone picks same brandsBut always bickering for the luxury brandsSongtexteAnd that kind of life is like a Gyro DropNow only thing that's left are high standards and the worn-out bodyAnd thinking he's an ATMEven then aiming for Jackpot at Casino SlotShe's a broken supercarLeaving behind the BF and riding on a different stolen carJust leaving like that and now has another man in her armsAnd hid the past history under the thin bed sheet.It's going down in this bittersweet symphonyDon't turn around baby you're going downIn this bittersweet symphonyyou're going down down and aroundShopin' shopaholic I'm a superstarI love diamonds and supercarsShopin' shopaholic I'm a superstarI love diamonds and supercarsShopin' shopaholic I'm a superstarI love diamonds and supercarsShopin' shopaholic I'm a superstarI love diamonds and supercarsDrawn in by the world and screwed upJust like an answer sheet that's only half filledTurn the off TV, those are all virtual images of luxury brandsSince your withering away listen wellYes I know, you are fashionistBut you can't buy love or happinessAlways itching for the card or dollarNo matter how much you swipe it's always not enoughThose atypical ambitions of her'sAnd can't escape from the reality that's coming in like a mustangShopping mall soon will be USAThose luxury brands are her lifejacketAnd her habit, it can be fixed easilyOnce it's fixed she will loose self-consciousness foreverIt can't be rewind back, so better stop it before it's too lateSomeone has to set a blockade on her pathIt's going down in this bittersweet symphonyDon't turn around baby you're going downIn this bittersweet symphonyyou're going down down and aroundI'm going going down... Aus Songtexte Mania