I'll be your girl backstage at your show
velvet ropes and guitars, yeah 'cause you're my rockstar
in between the sets, eyeliner and cigarettes
shadow is burnt, yellow dance and we turn
my lashes are dry, purple teardrops I cry
it don't have a price, loving you is cherry pie
'cause you know that baby I
I'm your biggest fan
I'll follow you until you love me, papa-paparazzi
baby there's no other superstar
you know that I'll be your papa-paparazzi
promise I'll be kind but I won't stop until that boy is mine
baby you'll be famous, chase you down until you love me
real good, we dance in the studio
snap snap, to that shit on the radio
don't stop for anyone
we're plastic but we still have fun
"Brush Brush Brush away candy, what is it that you search for. Oh dear...
I've been brushing for hours. Just to make sure it's gone.
I guess we can honestly say that you've lost your mind.
No, I know exactly where it is.
In his belly, of course.
You left something behind?
And took off into the city. I was scared at first. I thought. Pop ate my heart. And then, he swallowed my brain.
What's left for you to live for?
But then I thought.
But then you thought.
well okay, enough,
you've had your fun
but come on thare has to be someone
that hasn't yet become
god damn i am so tired of pretending
of wishing i was ending
when all i'm really doing is trying to hide
and keep it inside
and fill it with lies
open my eyes?
maybe i wish i could try
"The people in the cheaper seats clap your hands. And the rest of you, just rattle your [fucking] jewelry."
I guess 13 year olds wouldn't be, but I think they are unconsciously responding to more than the surface of the music, don't you?
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