This is a song about "Dresses"

Vivid detailed scriptures about purple rain on orange floors,

I'm the jew, in the jewel store, bagging all these new whores,

Beautiful yes, but nevertheless i'm losing control, cause of that dress/

And he keeps screamin cause nobody listens to what he says

I'm real, you faker than cubic zirconium,

Smoking opium, fighting with an enlightened draconian.