Lyrics of Don't get blood on my prada shoes
The Number Twelve Looks Like You
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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