Drop Dead, Gorgeous - (The) Internet Killed The Video Star lyrics

rate me

Burn the instructions or plague the inventor?

Quick, easy, and painless

I'm a careless romantic

Wandering the streets

Luring strangers in the dark

If they follow in my footsteps

Then I'll love them all blind

If you want to make a scene

Then you've gotta make a scene

I'll put my hands on you

You put your hands on me

If you want to make a scene

Then you've gotta make a scene

I wasn't looking for trouble

But trouble found me

You fucked with the wrong son of a bitch(x4)

I caught you staring it's not your fault

I killed the lights 'cause I saw it all

I caught you staring it's not your fault

I kissed your lips but not for too long

Tick tock, tick tock;

The hour is up

Told to be anxious

You're a bit out of line

Sew it up like every other time

Un-amused at the table by the bedroom

They're all mine

If you want to make a scene

Then you've gotta make a scene

You fucked with the wrong son of a bitch

You put your hands on me

I'll put my hands on you

You fucked with the wrong son of a bitch

Sew it up like every other time

So in love like every other time

The needle and thread make me shiver

The red on your hands spells out a murder

(I caught you staring it's not your fault)

I killed the lights 'cause I saw it all

(I caught you staring it's not your fault)

I swear to God I watched you fall

(I caught you staring it's not your fault)

Your perfect picture left it's mark

(I caught you staring it's not your fault)

I kissed your lips but not for too long

(I caught you staring it's not your fault)

(I caught you staring)

I kissed your lips but not for too long