Internet Killed The Video Star Lyrics - The Hot N' Heavy - Drop Dead, Gorgeous

Burn the instructions or plague the inventor? 

Quick, easy, and painless 

I'm a careless romantic 

Wandering the streets 

Luring strangers in the dark 

If they follow in my footsteps 

Then I'll love them all blind 

If you want to make a scene 

Then you've gotta make a scene 

I'll put my hands on you 

You put your hands on me 

If you want to make a scene 

I wasn't looking for trouble 

But trouble found me 

You fucked with the wrong son of a bitch. 

I caught you staring it's not your fault 

I killed the lights 'cause I saw it all 

I caught you staring it's not your fault 

I kissed your lips but not for too long 

Tick tock, tick tock; 

the hour is up 

Told to be anxious 

You're a bit out of line 

Sew it up like every other time 

Un-amused at the table by the bedroom 

They're all mine 

If you want to make a scene 

Then you've gotta make a scene 

You fucked with the wrong son of a bitch 

You put your hands on me 

I'll put my hands on you 

You fucked with the wrong son of a bitch 

Sew it up like every other time 

So in love like every other time 

The needle and thread make me shiver 

The red on your hands spells out martyr 

(I caught you staring it's not your fault) 

I killed the lights 'cause I saw it all 

(I caught you staring it's not your fault) 

I swear to God I watched you fall 

Your perfect picture left its mark 

I kissed your lips but not for too long