Lyrics

Oops Hahaha My lipstick on your bottle lid You wanna lick it off You think I'm a god (you think I'm a god) You wanna treat me like I'm not Human, you just can't wait your turn I'm not your violent voodoo doll (baby, I'm) I'm your daydream, sick fantasy You push and you prod You don't wanna be us I'm your lasso, candy capsule Delectable, 'cause You don't wanna be us Don't make me feel like a prize 'Cause I'm broken and bleeding inside Fuck that, fuck you too Don't come at me out of the blue You might wanna watch where you tread 'Cause I bark and I bite, I see red I swear I'm gonna bitch slap you So sit 'til you're spoken to I'm your daydream, sick fantasy You push and you prod You don't wanna be us I'm your lasso, candy capsule Delectable, 'cause You don't wanna be us Make us your popstars Make us your popstars Make us your popstars Make us your popstars My lipstick on your bottle lid You wanna lick it off You think I'm a God My lipstick on your bottle lid I'm your popstar Still got a heart I'm your daydream, sick fantasy You push and you prod You don't wanna be us I'm your lasso, candy capsule Delectable, 'cause You don't wanna be us Make us (I'm not a God) your popstars (I'm a popstar) Make us your popstars Make us (I'm a popstar) your popstars (not a God) Make us your popstars
Writer(s): Hamish Reilly, Janine Shilstone, Bruce Rintoul Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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