Louis Vuitton Bodybag Lyrics - Beauty Killer - Jeffree Star

Stab you with scissors 

and let's hold hands. 

Blew out my birthday candles- 

wished that you were dead. 

Slice you to ribbons 

Lay next to. 

Let's give each other lobotomies! 

Slit your throat and zip you up. 

I won't fuck up your pretty make-up. 

Tell your friends try not to brag. 

You're sleeping in a Louis Vuitton bodybag. 

Bodybag,Bodybag...Bodybag. 

(To be ourselves- 

we have to destroy ourselves.) 

Pretend that I love you 

for another year. 

Starve myself 

So I'll fucking disappear. 

Your red-dipped fingers 

look like strawberries- 

But theses gashes look like 

self-injuries. 

Slit your throat and zip you up. 

I won't fuck up your pretty make-up. 

Tell your friends try not to brag. 

You're sleeping in a Louis Vuitton Bodybag. 

Depression. My new obsession. Home sweet home. Self-mutilation like a sick art show (x3) 

Slit your throat and zip you up. 

I won't fuck up your pretty make-up. 

Tell your friends try not to brag. 

To be ourselves- We have to destroy ourselves. 

You're sleeping in a Louis Vuitton Bodybag. Bodybag. Bodybag. Bodybag. 

I love you too.