I don't wanna go to Hollywood, I don't wanna be your boyfriend

Just so you know, I've been drowning in the deep end

I don't wanna be friends, no, I don't wanna touch

I fell in love with designer and money and drugs

Put on your favorite dress

Put on your eyeliner

Kiss me in the backstage

Kiss me in the backstage

I wanna see you take it off

Just so you know, I want it all

I wanna hear you scream

I-I-I wanna hear you scream (Oh-oh)

I wanna see you bleed

I-I-I wanna see you bleed

I wanna hear you scream

I-I-I wanna hear you scream (Scream)

'Cause it's Halloween

You know it's Halloween

And I might pull up in a Range Rover with all-black window tints

You can't see me, I don't even know why they all hate me

But that's alright

B.B. belt me, bla-bla-black skinny jeans

Flexing 'cause I want to, yet I never had shit

I'ma cut my own wrist, fuck me before I die

I told her goodbye, I wanna get high, I want

Oh-oh, no

Hah, mwah-ha-ha-ha-ha

Put on your favorite dress

Put on your eyeliner

Kiss me in the backstage

Kiss me in the backstage

I wanna see you take it off

Just so you know, I want it all

Put on your favorite dress

Put on your eyeliner

Kiss me in the backstage

Kiss me in the backstage

I wanna see you take it off