Killer Lipstick---->
I don't need none of your bedroom bruised sweet box
And I don't need none of your spoiled ass sweet talk
I wanna write on your face with my pretty knife
I wanna toy with your precious life
Want cha to know
I want you to know what love is
I don't need none of your tender back seat love
An' I don't need none of your two-bit machine love
Dead boys