Paroles de Personal Graveyard
Three cheers for vanityit's a tasteful shame
Faces gloomy talking to me
Living in a horror movie
Oh, the price of fame
Twenty-one guns for sanity
Oh, how I miss you most (of all)
good things that lifestyle brings
How could she complain?
All dressed up and if looks could kill you'd be a lonely girl
with a personal graveyard
but hey, oh no,
Ain't nobody got nothing on you Complicated, bent on revenge
You got a speed-dial spot
in the devil's address book
but hey, oh no,
Ain't nobody got nothing on you
Bring on calamity
Chaos makes a house (a home)
Can't very well un-bury
memories you fail to carry
Show you wear good girls go
How could she complain?
All dressed up and if looks could kill you'd be a lonely girl
with a personal graveyard
but hey, oh no,
Ain't nobody got nothing on you Complicated, bent on revenge
You got a speed-dial spot
in the devil's address book
but hey, oh no,
Ain't nobody got nothing on you
Oh, how I miss you most (of all)
good things that lifestyle brings
How could she complain?
All dressed up and if looks could kill you'd be a lonely girl
with a personal graveyard
but hey, oh no,
Ain't nobody got nothing on you Complicated, bent on revenge
You got a speed-dial spot
in the devil's address book
but hey, oh no,
Ain't nobody got nothing on you
Bring on calamity
Chaos makes a house (a home)
Can't very well un-bury
memories you fail to carry
Show you wear good girls go
How could she complain?
All dressed up and if looks could kill you'd be a lonely girl
with a personal graveyard
but hey, oh no,
Ain't nobody got nothing on you Complicated, bent on revenge
You got a speed-dial spot
in the devil's address book
but hey, oh no,
Ain't nobody got nothing on you
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