: I'm gonna break your heart an get away with murder. You shoulda known from the start that it wouldn't last forever. I cant control myself - I feel
with my mascara and mistakes. Vanity's like a funeral an everyone's at my wake. Before I run out of air there's more makeup to apply. Doll eyes stare
: (feat. Matt Skiba) Stab you with scissors and let's hold hands. Blew out my birthday candles.. wished that you were dead. Slice you to ribbons, lay
: I got no regrets and I remember the day that we met... There was no way that I could forget you. So I followed you home and I waited til you were alone
: Now it's 2AM and the party pulls up. Now we're moving out to the city we love to go. I feel - I feel electrical. The lights so bright, you're looking
stop... You wanna top all the charts. It's a wrap... it's a wrap... it's a wrap... it's a wrap... To be a star you gotta lick it, suck it... You gotta
: Oh, you know it's true, I'm obsessed with you Your the kind of joy I like to break. Now I must confess, I'm a complicated mess. With a bad attitude
: You're a slave to my long eyelashes. You're not cranked but you're in agony. Loving me is iridescent confliction. Poor thing, I know you're hungry.
: God's Paparazzi. And Mrs. Orange County. Jeffree Star. 20 dolla bill - hoe what the deal? 50 dolla bill - hoe what the deal? 100 dolla bill - hoe
: You can't stop My hair looks like cotton candy My heart is made of sequins Blowpops and pink flavors Give me something sweet Give me something
: LA is where stars come to die. Hold your breath - try not to lie. LA is where stars come to die. Hold your breath - try not to lie. To burn out in
: You taste like heaven baby A brand new craving lately Surround me - I'm drowning Let me hit this - so delicious [pre chorus:] You make me feel.. So
void. You don't need Sigmund Freud. I'll give you everything you want. Just let me take you on. You can't resist all the glare. You still stop and stare
: Ain't no bitch who can do it like me. Go F-U-C-K yourself baby. Ain't no bitch who can do it like me. The critics and the press agree. Ain't no bitch
You like it fast I like it hard Fag! Bitch! Mirrors are breaking Vanity crush Perfection climbing All eyes on us We both stop breathing The music fades Hands start
: (feat. Electric Valentine) All night (addicted to you) First try (addicted to you) Sun rise (addicted to you) Goodbye (addicted to you) You know
: I feel nothing. Miss boombox. (4x) I feel nothing. Miss boombox. (7x) Look into my eyes. So vicious. Heels on high. So infectious. Social sickness
looove that I'm Jeffree Star Spit on the dance floor to know where you are Slip to the beat drivin' in my pink car Know you loooove An I looove that I'm Jeffree Star
