Baby, you're no cubic zirconia
You're a diamond in the sack
My hands are sore trying to find ya
You're the reddest apple on the tree
You got me on tiptoes trying to reach ya
You're a god and I'm a goddess
We need to find our own utopia
Once we get there there's no looking back
Cause baby you're no cubic zirconia
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You're the reddest apple on the tree You got me on tiptoes trying to reach ya You're a god and I'm a goddess...finest loving expression