Lyrics

The demon queen of high school has decreed it She says Monday, 8 a.m., I will be deleted They'll hunt me down in study hall Stuff and mount me on the wall 30 hours to live, how shall I spend them? I don't have to stay and die like cattle I could change my name and ride up to Seattle But I don't own a motorbike Wait, here's an option that I like Spend these 30 hours gettin' freaky, yeah I need it hard I'm a dead girl walking I'm in your yard I'm a dead girl walking Before they punch my clock I'm snappin' off your window lock Got no time to knock, I'm a dead girl walking Veronica? What are you doing in my room? Shh... Sorry, but I really had to wake you See, I decided I must ride you 'til I break you 'Cause Heather says I got to go You're my last meal on death row Shut your mouth and lose them tighty-whities Come on, tonight I'm yours I'm your dead girl walking Get on all fours Kiss this dead girl walking Let's go, you know the drill I'm hot and pissed and on the pill Bow down to the will of a dead girl walking And you know, you know, you know It's 'cause you're beautiful You say you're numb inside But I can't agree So the world's unfair Keep it locked out there In here it's beautiful Let's make this beautiful That works for me, whoop Yeah, full steam ahead Take this dead girl walking (how'd you find my address?) Let's break the bed Rock this dead girl walking (I think you tore my mattress) No sleep tonight for you Better chug that Mountain Dew (okay, okay) Get your ass in gear Make this whole town disappear (okay, okay) Slap me, pull my hair Touch me there and there and there And no more talking (no-oh-oh-oh) Love this dead girl walking (whoa, whoa, hey, hey, yeah, yeah) Love this dead girl walking (whoa, whoa, hey, hey, wait, wait) Love this dead girl Yeah, yeah, yeah Ow, yeah
Writer(s): David Bowie, Reeves C. Gabrels Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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