blood for lips, and smoke for eyes
like a chemical equation, using symmetry and lines
i make concessions for your attitude
but can't deal with your disguise
my, oh my
cats are squealing in the alley
while she finishes her face
and her fingertips are matchsticks
carefully wrapped in gloves of lace
he must be something really special
he must have expensive taste
oh, what a waste
well, you're nothing like you used to be
you're as cold as they can come
and no one's gonna love you
number one
well i heard you're making movies
and i also heard what kind
saw your picture on a flier
at the local five and dime
you need someone's arms around you
but they never will be mine
no, no, no, no, no, no
well you're nothing like you used to be
got a stare that could freeze the sun
and no one's gonna love you
number one
yeah, you're nothing like you used to be
but i hope you're having fun
'cause no one's gonna love you
number one
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