you're a slave to my long eyelashes.
you're not cranked, but you're in agony.
love with me is iridescent conflictions,
poor thing i know you're hungry.
cuz i'm fresh meat,
in vintage dior.
stealing from the rich and giving gucci to the poor
i got advice for you, i got everything you need
you know if you wanna be thin you shouldn't eat anything but fresh meat.
i'm a, a walking weapon in a shotgun shack and,
i'm a butcher's masterpiece
dance bitch, trip the light, fantastic.
split my skin and make me bleed.
bake me, eat me, throw me up.
buy me, touch me i'm a fuck up.
entertain me, carve me up..
penetrate my heart.