Paroles de Miss Teen
Homecoming queen drinks vaselineKeeps herself clean and cries her dreams
In memory of sweet sixteen
She couldn't be the beauty queen
Her body's bruised and all abused
He thought he'd use her like a whore
Dead on her feet, dead on her feet
Dead on her feet, dead in her head
In memory of my pageant queen
He thought he'd use her like a whore
Dead on her feet, dead on her feet
Dead on her feet, dead in her head
In memory of my pageant queen
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