I met her on an airplane
50,000 feet high
Complained about the champagne
She had a sparkling whine
We talked about the plan of the city
And how she could have done it better
She was so profanely pretty
You could tell she was a money getter

She told me, “Buy low, sell high
This valley got made by raining money from the sky.”
She said, “Buy low, sell high
Even if the thought of spending your life here makes you wanna die.”

It’s gonna be alright if we keep sub rosa
It’s gonna be alright if we keep sub rosa
It’s gonna be alright, underneath a hung rose all night
Don’t wanna be alright, underneath a hung rose

I met him on a bullet train
He was the ammunition
You could feel the room shift
When he made decisions
You could see his head split open
Half man, half man
He had no use for the real estate
He was the middle man
“Buy low, sell high
This valley got made by raining money from the sky.”
“Buy low, sell high
Even if the thought of spending your life here makes you wanna die.”

It’s gonna be alright if we keep sub rosa
It’s gonna be alright if we keep sub rosa
Don’t wanna be alright, underneath a hung rose all night
Don’t wanna be alright, underneath a hung rose