Treat Me Better

Here's a tender serenade Oh, you should treat me better Let's hear the operetta, complete Emeralds on the promenade Oh, you should treat me better These hardly even glitter, my sweet I'll never prize myself, above nobody else But baby thinks he's better than me I order a-la carte, buy her diamond hearts And I look on, fake a yawn Kissing on the Caspian Oh, you should treat me better You didn't pack a sweater for me I buy her caviar But she throws out the jar 'Cause it tastes a little fishy to me We go to twenty-one and in front of every one I spit out, a brussel sprout Married by the Queen of Spain Oh, you should treat me better I'm liable to forget her first name L-A-T-I-Z-I-A Do I pronounce this-a-way Latizia is the Queen's first name