Don't Get Blood On My Prada Shoes Lyrics

Number Twelve Looks Like You Don't Get Blood On My Prada Shoes

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