This Dress Kills

I’m judas/judy, panicking, got everything and nothing

Happy birthday mr. president! I’m here to call your bluff!

From te top of the world I’m gonna jump! jump! jump!

I’m so perfectly imperfect and I did it for your love

I’m as small as thumbelina. sugar fairy on the cake

Because the thinnest of excuses leave the bitterest taste

Brittle-bones, barbie-cued, take a piece of my heart

When you know you haven’t got it, does it make you feel so good?

This dress is killing me!

Frockanoia

I won and then I lost and then I won and then I lost

And now I know how much a pound of flesh can cost

And the question isn’t if, it’s definite when

Do I throw my achy heart into the gutter again?

This party isn’t over’ til the thin lady sings

Critics dressed as waiters are waiting in the wings

Where they’ll gather like vultures to pick at the bones

I won and then I lost and I got nothing at all

This dress is killing me!

Frockanoia