Текст песни Jeffree Star - Louis Vuitton Body Bag

Stab you with scissors and let's hold hands
Blew out my birthday candles-wished you were dead
Slice you to ribbons, lay next to me
Let's give each other lobotomies

Slit your throat & zip you up
I won't fuck up your pretty makeup
Tell your friends, try not to brag
You're sleeping in a Louis Vuitton body bag

[Body Bag]

[Body Bag]

[Body Bag]

[Body Bag]

To be ourselves, we have to destroy ourselves
To be ourselves, we have to destroy ourselves

Pretend I love you for another year
Starve myself so I'll fucking disappear
Your red-dipped fingers look like strawberries
But these gashes look like self-injuries

Slit your throat & zip you up
I won't fuck up your pretty makeup
Tell your friends, try not to brag
You're sleeping in a Louis Vuitton body bag

[Body Bag]

[Body Bag]

[Body Bag]

[Body Bag]

Depression, my new obsession, home sweet home
Self-mutilation is like a sick art show
Depression, my new obsession, home sweet home
Self-mutilation, like a sick art show
Depression, my new obsession, home sweet home
Self-mutilation, like a sick art show

Slit your throat & zip you up
I won't fuck up your pretty makeup
Tell your friends, try not to brag
To be ourselves, we must destroy ourselves
You're sleeping in a Louis Vuitton body bag[x4]

I love you too