(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 next
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 into
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
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 like
(feat. Nicki Minaj) S-T-A-R S-T-A-R, what? S-T-A-R Jeffree Star and Nicki Minaj Queen Bitch S-T-A-R I'm on the top , there's no luck. Never turned around
fuck me til the sun comes up. Your eyes are killing me. When you choke me, I can't breathe. Bed sheets cover my needs... Rip them off, take me to my knees. When we start
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
wanna 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
lets get physical work me out, lets get physical [2nd VERSE] you know im hotter than a furnece so take it slow clench my teeth together as you start
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
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. Cuz
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 and
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.
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 the
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
S-T-A-R S-T-A-R (What?) S-T-A-R (Queen bitch) S-T-A-R I'm on the top There's no luck Never turned around to stop Make my move Make you move Make you
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
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 what
