Woorden: Jeffree Star. Cupcakes Taste Like Violence EP. Miss Boombox.

I feel nothing.
Miss boombox. (4x)

I feel nothing.
Miss boombox. (7x)

Look into my eyes. So vicious.
Heels on high. So infectious.
Social sickness.
Glittering kisses.

I will make you mine. Malicious.
Take you from behind. So vivid.
The lower your fall, the higher your climb.
Prepare the flash and let me die.

Microphones and ice cream cones.
Dripping down my collar bone. (Yumyum)
Taste a piece of my bubblegum.
Everybody wants some.
(Yumyum)
I like this.

Read between the lines.
You see it.
Cutting like a knife, you feel it.
The lower your fall, the higher your climb.
Intoxicate and let me fly.
(Yumyum)

Microphones and ice cream cones.
Dripping down my collar bone. (Yumyum)
Taste a piece of my bubblegum.
Everybody wants some.
(Yumyum)
I like this.

(Yumyum)(3x)

I feel nothing.
Poster child, party girl,
miss boombox, make me swirl.
I feel nothing.
Poster child, party girl,
miss boombox, make me swirl.
I like this.
Poster child, party girl,
miss boombox, make me swirl.
Poster child, party girl,
miss boombox, make me swirl.

Miss boombox.(4X)

(Yumyum)

Microphones and ice cream cones.
Dripping down my collar bone. (Yumyum)
Taste a piece of my bubblegum.
Everybody wants some.
(Yumyum)
I like this. (x2)

(Wants some, wants some)
Dripping down my collar bones,
(yumyum, wants some, wants some)
everybody wants some. (Yumyum)

Miss Boombox (4x)
(Yumyum)


(Thanks to Fraser Izzard-Crew for these lyrics and to TDWP1FAN for these corrections)