Glossy

Dead bodies on the front door, in the back stairs She might be cursed, I'm in love with disasters Oh, someone call me a doctor Oh, my girl is a monster All black, black, black Bedbugs on the ladder of her neck You can tell them by the way She's moving on she might be dead She's all rock & cigarettes Rocking Rick's & Vivid West And that shitty lipstick surrounding my head So misunderstood You could take from me anything that you would So misunderstood You know I'm no good, I'm no good, I'm no good Dead bodies on the front door, in the backstairs She might be cursed, I'm in love with disasters Oh, someone call me a doctor Oh, my girl is a monster Dead bodies on the front door, in the back stairs She might be cursed, I'm in love with disasters Oh, someone call me a doctor Oh, my girl is a monster Whole lotta skin full of tattoos, we've got both I just wanna ice her wrists & toes If she's good & loyal, I'm done with these hoes I don't give no f*ck about your demons or ghosts She's crazy & cute, unforgettable thoughts Halfway emo and the other one is goth On the bottom of my heart you've put it a cross I didn't want to, in your love I got lost So misunderstood You could take from me anything that you would So misunderstood You know I'm no good, I'm no good, I'm no good Dead bodies on the front door, in the back stairs She might be cursed, I'm in love with disasters Oh, someone call me a doctor Oh, my girl is a monster