The Fashion Suicides/framed Paroles

all jump on my back
go get my implement
slice at my bitter skin
he needs your flavour
cut me
cutsy cutie cut me baby cut me
you are my stab in the throat
your knives in my back
so precicly remain embeded in my spine
it's almost as if this was planned
they stop me from vomiting your
taste
I'm partied out
I'll stop this party now
It's my party
cut me
cutsy cutie cut me baby cut me
a click top bottle
hold the solution paradox
they'll know it was you who's the murderer?
who stabbed me
who forced me
it's time to stop the party
my legs hurt from all this dancing
I'll stop this party now
It's my party
cutsy cutie cut me baby cut me