Vivienne Westwood on my necklace
Step out on the runway, you know that I'm that bitch
I'm an it girl, Ayesha Erotica
You all wish you were me, but you're not, ha
I'm so beautiful, paid 50 racks for my nose
The candy's fucked it all up, and it shows
But c'est la vie, let it all go
I can just drop a couple racks and fix it fasho
The way that life goes
I'll die on Skid Row
Way after everyone forgets me
That's what's beautiful about life
The way that we die
Alone like when we were born baby
Forgotten
Forgotten
I had a dream
My sleep paralysis demons were holding me
And I was free
Of all my stress and worry
But that was years ago
And now I've got nowhere to go
So let me die peacefully, peacefully
Hey, Lil Rapture play angel tarot cards
Motion capture facial expression and press restart
New day, new eyes, new face, same old heart
Elevator down to Lucifer's den, send my regards
Decimator to the very end, I'm destined for madness
Baby playing with me, then she destined for sadness
Baby playing with fire, black magic, book of matches
Demons in the shadows, monsters hiding under my mattress
Half gargoyle boy Lil Rapture the whole package
I sentence you to life on Earth plus spiritual taxes
XYZ, 90 degrees, Earth spinning on its axis
Erotica pretty boys, make some noise bitch I'm attractive (sexy)
I know you, know I can see it in your iris
Impersonal meeting, no connection like Skyping
And please don't select anything, show me options like a right click
Imma have an OBE in the cut, Imma take off baby right quick
You think you're pretty when you're walking down the runway
I just spent two fiddy but it only took me one day
You look like you're dressed up for brunch on a Sunday
Took one look at your girl, I think she loves me
I've got a hunch that you think you're above me
It doesn't even hurt me, you could never touch me
Nana nana boo boo, you look like Nanny McPhee
You could never look good enough to really stick me
Every time I write a fucking hook, bet it's sticky
Looks like you need sum help with that, it's like I'm Clippy
I could teach you how to do the swag, come to my city
All you gotta do is take the class and don't be stingy
You think you're pretty when you're walking down the runway
I just spent two fiddy and it only took me one day
You look like you're dressed up for brunch on a Sunday
Took one look at your girl, I think she loves me
I've got a hunch that you think you're above me
It doesn't even hurt me, you could never touch me
Nana nana boo boo, you look like Nanny McPhee
You could never look good enough to really stick me