She¡¯s a high fashion love assassin
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Taking names and playing games is her passion
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But her perfect world started coming apart
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The day I broke her cold heart
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Now she¡¯s hungry for the blood of any boy
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And she¡¯ll get it ¡®cause she gets what she wants
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She¡¯s the devil in black stilettos
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Don¡¯t cross her, she¡¯s a fully loaded debutante
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Everybody run, everybody run
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She looks so sweet when she¡¯s having fun
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Everybody run, everybody
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The homecoming queen has got a gun
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She¡¯s a butcher made of spice and sugar
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Hand grenades for promenades better suit her
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But her perfect world started coming apart
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The day I broke her cold heart
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Now her enemy is stock society
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She¡¯ll suck you in and then she¡¯ll blow you away
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She¡¯s the devil in black stilettos
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Don¡¯t raise your glass to her cocktail spiked with glycerin
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It¡¯s a Love Hate Masquerade
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Sugar
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| Kids In The Way |
