Step into my pretty little heels
With my thigh highs on and I look surreal
Stare in the mirror with my eyes smeared pink
Lipstick dripping down my bathroom sink
I never feel quite like I do now
In a vintage jacket with fishnets down my
Arms and chest and look at me
I'm the prettiest thing in the room honey
Oh
I love to think you hate my guts
I wanna be your couture mindf*ck
If your ideals wanna see me dead
I love to be the ache inside your head
If you can't stand the sight of me
I love to fact you have to see
Me strutting right down in your streets
Like, f*ck off maybe?
Patchy stubble and bright eyeshadow
With big gloss lips stained red or yellow or
Blew my chance at societally participating
But if it's you kind in heaven, I'd rather meet Satan
Wait then, who exactly are you making?
Political raving
For your entertainin'
Preemptively hatin'
Thought of your gay son
Funny how your consequences never seem to come back to you
Everyone else has got answer for your insecurity issues
Hmm, wonder where that comes from?
Couldn't be harmful patterns of behavior, could it?
No, what a mystery!
I love to think you hate my guts
I wanna be your couture mindf*ck
If your ideals wanna see me dead
I love to be the ache inside your head
If you can't stand the sight of me
I love to fact you have to see
Me strutting right down in your streets
Like, f*ck off maybe?
Well I'm sorry to say but I'm really not surprised
Everyone abandoned you when they saw the rage behind your eyes
Turns out no one wants to deal with the fragility you flaunt
But you brought it on yourself all I can say is
Womp Womp
I like to think you hate my guts
I wanna be your couture mindf*ck
If your ideals wanna see me dead
I love to be the ache inside your head
If you can't stand the sight of me
I love to fact you have to see
Me strutting right down in your streets
Like, f*ck off maybe?
Womp, Womp
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Step into my pretty little heels
With my thigh highs on and I look surreal
Stare in the mirror with my eyes smeared pink
Lipstick dripping down my bathroom sink
I never feel quite like I do now
In a vintage jacket with fishnets down my
Arms and chest and look at me
I'm the prettiest thing in the room honey
Oh
I love to think you hate my guts
I wanna be your couture mindf*ck
If your ideals wanna see me dead
I love to be the ache inside your head
If you can't stand the sight of me
I love to fact you have to see
Me strutting right down in your streets
Like, f*ck off maybe?
Patchy stubble and bright eyeshadow
With big gloss lips stained red or yellow or
Blew my chance at societally participating
But if it's you kind in heaven, I'd rather meet Satan
Wait then, who exactly are you making?
Political raving
For your entertainin'
Preemptively hatin'
Thought of your gay son
Funny how your consequences never seem to come back to you
Everyone else has got answer for your insecurity issues
Hmm, wonder where that comes from?
Couldn't be harmful patterns of behavior, could it?
No, what a mystery!
I love to think you hate my guts
I wanna be your couture mindf*ck
If your ideals wanna see me dead
I love to be the ache inside your head
If you can't stand the sight of me
I love to fact you have to see
Me strutting right down in your streets
Like, f*ck off maybe?
Well I'm sorry to say but I'm really not surprised
Everyone abandoned you when they saw the rage behind your eyes
Turns out no one wants to deal with the fragility you flaunt
But you brought it on yourself all I can say is
Womp Womp
I like to think you hate my guts
I wanna be your couture mindf*ck
If your ideals wanna see me dead
I love to be the ache inside your head
If you can't stand the sight of me
I love to fact you have to see
Me strutting right down in your streets
Like, f*ck off maybe?
Womp, Womp
With my thigh highs on and I look surreal
Stare in the mirror with my eyes smeared pink
Lipstick dripping down my bathroom sink
I never feel quite like I do now
In a vintage jacket with fishnets down my
Arms and chest and look at me
I'm the prettiest thing in the room honey
Oh
I love to think you hate my guts
I wanna be your couture mindf*ck
If your ideals wanna see me dead
I love to be the ache inside your head
If you can't stand the sight of me
I love to fact you have to see
Me strutting right down in your streets
Like, f*ck off maybe?
Patchy stubble and bright eyeshadow
With big gloss lips stained red or yellow or
Blew my chance at societally participating
But if it's you kind in heaven, I'd rather meet Satan
Wait then, who exactly are you making?
Political raving
For your entertainin'
Preemptively hatin'
Thought of your gay son
Funny how your consequences never seem to come back to you
Everyone else has got answer for your insecurity issues
Hmm, wonder where that comes from?
Couldn't be harmful patterns of behavior, could it?
No, what a mystery!
I love to think you hate my guts
I wanna be your couture mindf*ck
If your ideals wanna see me dead
I love to be the ache inside your head
If you can't stand the sight of me
I love to fact you have to see
Me strutting right down in your streets
Like, f*ck off maybe?
Well I'm sorry to say but I'm really not surprised
Everyone abandoned you when they saw the rage behind your eyes
Turns out no one wants to deal with the fragility you flaunt
But you brought it on yourself all I can say is
Womp Womp
I like to think you hate my guts
I wanna be your couture mindf*ck
If your ideals wanna see me dead
I love to be the ache inside your head
If you can't stand the sight of me
I love to fact you have to see
Me strutting right down in your streets
Like, f*ck off maybe?
Womp, Womp
Writer: Les Wilsonson
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