Text písně The Number Twelve Looks Like You: Don't Get Blood On My Prada Shoes

Don't Get Blood On My Prada Shoes


Cringing at the sight, flawless face dragged
I giggled, kissing my fingers type C and saliva bubbling
Kissing my fingers
Find an easier way dying, before you get murdered
Type C and saliva bubbling
Kissing my fingers
The floor boards will never hold the same finish







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