Letras: Prima Donnas. Fall Fashion.

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In the summertime
It's the perfect time
For a suicide
And in a sundress
It's the way to impress
Your murderer
With bloodstained sheets
Stained for weeks
A deep red color is oh-so chic
Well, on a holiday
(Holiday)
Where I can slay my protege
Oh oh oh oh Riviera
Oh oh oh oh mascara
Oh oh oh oh Riviera
Oh oh oh oh mascara
Oh, I said, oh, alright
Your new wardrobe
Beneath the strobe
With a bullet hole
(Bullet hole)
Awash in the sauna
You know I wanna
My Madonna
(Donna) donna
Your sculptured frame
Corey Haim
A pretty little body that I want to maim
Well, on a holiday
(Holiday)
Where you can play my Gautier
Oh oh oh oh Riviera
Oh oh oh oh mascara
Oh oh oh oh Riviera
Oh oh oh oh mascara
Oh, I said, oh
You're so pretty
(Pretty)
And I'm so cruel
(Cruel)
I didn't mean to take your life in a heated pool
(Aaaaaah!)
Oh, Nigel, I'm so sorry
I have a confession to make:
I jacked off in your diary
Please don't tell Tchaikovsky the news
I feel like a fuckin' dog, man
Don't be angry
I know you'd have done the same thing
I was in pieces after the funeral, Nige
I'm cummin' with you
Do it to me now, man. Unload!