I hear folks talkin' when I'm on the street;
My diamonds, jewels are about what they speak.
In a lather is one boy,
He would really like to score,
He checks out the twenty-four
Carat creations that adorn me.

His mouth oozes like honey, treacly sweet.
This lout shmoozes, "Like, honey, leave me peek
At your jewelry, sparkling bright,
Just like you, they really shine."
But I know he wants to schlep
Them away after he's tried to spirit them off of me.

But I only take my rocks off before dreaming;
I only take my rocks off when I'm sleeping.

He's giving complements at lightning speed. . .
Condemned attempt to try an ego feed.
Then, less sly, an overt goad
To make me lighten my load,
Trick me, that's his shtik for sure.
He assures me his motives are pure.

But I only take my rocks off before dreaming
(Only take them off)
I only take my rocks off when I'm sleeping
(Only take them off)

Meanwhile hypnotized is the guy--sly me;
His eyes on the prize of my jewelry. . .
It shines; reclined is he somnolently.
In his pants my hand slips furtively--
I can feel an overload. . .
Overflowing with C-notes
His wallet, which I then score;
I go home, doff my stones, and I snore.

Yeah, I never take my rocks off when I'm scheming
(Never take them off)
I wonder if that rockhead is still sleeping?
(Boy, did he nod off!)