Lletres: Drop Dead Gorgeous. Fashion Your Seatbelts.

Nothing to see here outlined in white

just the red on the carpet

the screne of the crime

the devil made you do it

why do it just for the fashion

where, oh where, has my baby been

i would die to hear your voice

you've been gone so long, i can't feel you

and your hand on my heart beating true

did you think i'd live without you

you belonged to me

i miss your face

i lost my place

i lost my faith