Fancy

She’s the one with the flashy clothing and trashy make-up
the sleeping beauty who decided to wake up
limouzine tinted lipstick and fake eyelashes
she only has to wink
and every loving heart turns in to ashes
she would kill, only to see her reflections in the victims blood
disaster is wat she brings and class is what she got
her smokey eyes make you freeze
yea, she’ll get you down, down on your knees
she ignores every single rule and creates her own reality
because only in her imagenation, she can be free
she’s a ticking female bomb
still crying about the boy who made her the bitch she become.