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Dressed to Kill
by Sharon Needles
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My accessory's a cigarette
No I don't need your Heatherette
These leather boots kick off my St marks look
I'm hard as concrete, rubber-licked
My rotten fresh will make you sick
You know I never do it by the book
Bang! bang! bang! I, I dress to kill
Bang! bang! bang! I, I aim to thrill
Bang! bang! bang! I, I dress to kill
Bang! bang! bang! I, I aim to thrill
Black eyes black lips
Black dye black hair
Black soul black blue, yeah
I'm dressed to kill black straps
Black lungs black book
Black sheep black boots
Black black, yeah i'm dressed to kill
I'm rough around the edge it seems
I need a little flaw on me
Over the top but keep it underground
Taxidermy round my neck
My perfume is my whiskey breath
While you are wearing rhinestones
By the pound
Bang! bang! bang! I, I dress to kill
Bang! bang! bang! I, I aim to thrill
Bang! bang! bang! I, I dress to kill
Bang! bang! bang! I, I aim to thrill
Black eyes black lips
Black dye black hair
Black soul black blue, yeah
I'm dressed to kill black straps
Black lungs black book
Black sheep black boots
Black black, yeah i'm dressed to kill
This isn't a fucking costume
This is a way of life
This isn't a fucking costume
This is a way of life
Bang! bang! bang! I, I dress to kill
Bang! bang! bang! I, I aim to thrill
Bang! bang! bang! I, I dress to kill
Bang! bang! bang! I, I aim to thrill
Black eyes black lips
Black dye black hair
Black soul black blue, yeah
I'm dressed to kill black straps
Black lungs black book
Black sheep black boots
Black black, yeah i'm dressed to kill
My accessory's a cigarette
No I don't need your Heatherette
These leather boots kick off my St marks look
I'm hard as concrete, rubber-licked
My rotten fresh will make you sick
You know I never do it by the book
Bang! bang! bang! I, I dress to kill
Bang! bang! bang! I, I aim to thrill
Bang! bang! bang! I, I dress to kill
Bang! bang! bang! I, I aim to thrill
Black eyes black lips
Black dye black hair
Black soul black blue, yeah
I'm dressed to kill black straps
Black lungs black book
Black sheep black boots
Black black, yeah i'm dressed to kill
I'm rough around the edge it seems
I need a little flaw on me
Over the top but keep it underground
Taxidermy round my neck
My perfume is my whiskey breath
While you are wearing rhinestones
By the pound
Bang! bang! bang! I, I dress to kill
Bang! bang! bang! I, I aim to thrill
Bang! bang! bang! I, I dress to kill
Bang! bang! bang! I, I aim to thrill
Black eyes black lips
Black dye black hair
Black soul black blue, yeah
I'm dressed to kill black straps
Black lungs black book
Black sheep black boots
Black black, yeah i'm dressed to kill
This isn't a fucking costume
This is a way of life
This isn't a fucking costume
This is a way of life
Bang! bang! bang! I, I dress to kill
Bang! bang! bang! I, I aim to thrill
Bang! bang! bang! I, I dress to kill
Bang! bang! bang! I, I aim to thrill
Black eyes black lips
Black dye black hair
Black soul black blue, yeah
I'm dressed to kill black straps
Black lungs black book
Black sheep black boots
Black black, yeah i'm dressed to kill
