Songtexte:
Jeffrey Star

: 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

: (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

: 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

: 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

: 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

: 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

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

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

: 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