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I'm a fucking star,
I'm Jeffree star
I got my hair fixed, makeup done, I'm ready to go
Step in the club and you know I'm the show
Diamonds in my teeth are always a' glow
Blinded as I speak, mesmerized by my flow
[pre chorus]
You can't say no
Sooo lettts go
Let's go
[chorus]
Spit on the dance floor to know where you are
Slip to the beat cuz you wanna go far
Know you loooove
An I looove that I'm Jeffree Star
Spit on the dance floor to know where you are
Slip to the beat drivin' in my pink car
Know you loooove
An I looove that I'm Jeffree Star
Cameras are flashin', everyone's askin' what I'm gonna do tonight..
Who I'm gonna do tonight..
We have our haircut, eyes shut we're already there
Don't know their names an I dont really care
Cuz I only suck dick and just to be fair,
Your not on the menu, you'll never compare
[chorus]
Cameras are flashin', everyone's askin' what I'm gonna do tonight..
Who I'm gonna do tonight..
What I'm gonna do tonight..
Ask Paris Hilton who I'm gonna do tonight..
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Vinyl black stilettos
and fake eyelashes
Blue eye shadow
everything perfectly matches
Touch my plastic face
and see what happens
I'm hiding from the world
behind Chanel sunglasses
"Do I look fat?"
Limo tinted lipstick secrets
Knife thin can you see us?
Crushed diamonds dollar bills
In my purse is every pill
Fake smiles, tabloid tasteless
Pretty Porsche an Fendi facelifts
Plastic noses, mannequin poses
Expensive clothes, my face is froze
[pre chorus]
plastic parts
broken hearts
masterpiece
scalpel please
[chorus]
Pink razors, so vain
Let's have a sexy party
Nose jobs an champagne
Sounds like a fuckin' party
Pink sherbet, popsicle lips
Perfection is - tucks an nips
Collagen pumps an lipo-ed hips
Hollywood glamour lipgloss tricks
Surgery scars an beauty marks
Botox amusement parks
Pagant parade suicide past
Beauty will never last
[chorus]
Don't touch me…
Just fix me… [x5]
[chorus] x2
Pink razors, cocaine
Sounds like a LA party
Rockstars are so lame
Sounds like I'll hate that party
Let's have a fuckin' party…
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Straight boys, where you at?
I'm a boyfriend kleptomaniac.
Straight boys, where you at?
I wanna boy with juicy lips.
Who doesn't care I don't have tits.
I wanna boy like me but hotter.
To eat me out like Jeffrey Dahlmer.
Straight Boys I must confess.
Wanna get under my dress.
Give me a kiss kiss...
Give me a fist fist...
Straight boys, where you at?
I wanna hit it from the front to the back.
Straight boys, where you at?
I'm a boyfriend kleptomaniac.
I wanna boy who takes the blame.
Puttin' Ron Jeremey to shame.
I wanna boy under my sheets,
with pink stained boxer briefs.
They don't have to tell their friends...
They're getting it from both ends..
Na na na, na na na na.
Straight boys, where you at?
I wanna hit it from the front to the back.
Straight boys, where you at?
I'm a boyfriend kleptomaniac.
Straight boys, where you at?
I wanna hit it from the front to the back.
Straight boys, where you at?
I'm a boyfriend kleptomaniac.
Fuck. Me. Now.
You wanna know where the straight boys are at?
Leaving credit cards in my ass crack.
You wanna know where the straight boys are at?
Look under my bed cuz I can't keep track..
Straight boys, where you at?
I wanna hit it from the front to the back.
Straight boys, where you at?
I'm a boyfriend kleptomaniac.
Straight boys, where you at?
I wanna hit it from the front to the back.
Straight boys, where you at?
I'm a boyfriend kleptomaniac.
Straight boys, where you at?
I wanna hit it from the front to the back.
Straight boys, where you at?
I'm a boyfriend kleptomaniac.
Straight boys, where you at?
I wanna hit it from the front to the back.
Straight boys, where you at?
Jeffree Star, egomaniac.
Hahaha
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I'll give you Dairy Queen
Pink dreams
Tongue all on your ice cream
Lips gleam
Plates clean
Preteen
Submarine
Drippin' down your ice cream cone
Rhinestone.. Hormones
[chorus:]
Enter my construction zone
Make me moan
Danger prone
It doesn't feel right
So keep going down
It doesn't feel right
Until you start to drown
I wanna S your D // I wanna L your V
Gonna guarantee // To set you free
Sliddin' down the pole
Swallow it whole
Flood control
Always on patrol
Let's take a stroll
Into your hole
On cruise control
Now pay the toll
I want.. .
Pants dropping, slow fucking, floor mopping..
Right now.
[chorus]
Jeffree Star for dinner?
I'll give you Jeffree Star for dinner
It doesn't feel right
So keep going down
It doesn't feel right
Until you start to drown
Open up your thighs
Show me the surprise
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The Queen of the Beautifuls is baccck.
Jeffree Star, Internet Royalty.. You all love me.
Celebrities want me to do there hair and makeup
Girls hate me cuz I'm the cause of there breakup
Diamond fingernails and 8 inch heels
Niggaz on death row request me for their last meals
Boys fess up..
Girls fess up..
All coked up..
WE WANT CUNT
Boys fess up..
Girls fess up..
Actin' like sluts
WE WANT CUNT
Asian tourists scream when I walk down the street
They worship me like Jesus, praying at my feet
Flashin' all their cameras taking pictures of me
Going to their surgeons, saying "Make me look like Jeffree!!"
I love dick like Anna-Nicole loves Trimspa
Applying my lipstick while wearing JonBenet's training bra
Pink like my pussy, hot like Ted Bundy
Ass up cuz ya miss me, bitch betta have my money
Boys fess up..
Girls fess up..
All coked up..
WE WANT CUNT
Boys fess up..
Girls fess up..
Actin' like sluts
WE WANT CUNT
All you dirty scene boys, you love Jeffree Star
I see you lookin' at my pictures, your dick's gettin' hard
Go fix your hair, make sure the flatirons hot
Pull down your 7 jeans and show me that motherfuckin' cock
Am I a boy or a girl? Well you'll never know..
I'm not doin' your makeup, filthy pre-teen hoe
Spread 'em, forget 'em and then same my name..
I'm Jeffree Fuckin' Star, of internet fame
Boys fess up..
Girls fess up..
All coked up..
WE WANT CUNT
Boys fess up..
Girls fess up..
Actin' like sluts
WE WANT CUNT
**
Boys fess up..
Girls fess up..
Your parents fess up..
WE WANT CUNT
Straight guys fess up..
Even faggots fess up..
All fucked up
WE WANT CUNT
I know you all want me
So keep talking shit
Go on Myspace.. and leave me a comment
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Vinyl black stilettos
and fake eyelashes
Blue eye shadow
everything perfectly matches
Touch my plastic face
and see what happens
I'm hiding from the world
behind Chanel sunglasses
"Do I look fat?"
Limo tinted lipstick secrets
Knife thin can you see us?
Crushed diamonds dollar bills
In my purse is every pill
Fake smiles, tabloid tasteless
Pretty Porsche an Fendi facelifts
Plastic noses, mannequin poses
Expensive clothes, my face is froze
[pre chorus]
plastic parts
broken hearts
masterpiece
scalpel please
[chorus]
Pink razors, so vain
Let's have a sexy party
Nose jobs an champagne
Sounds like a fuckin' party
Pink sherbet, popsicle lips
Perfection is - tucks an nips
Collagen pumps an lipo-ed hips
Hollywood glamour lipgloss tricks
Surgery scars an beauty marks
Botox amusement parks
Pagant parade suicide past
Beauty will never last
[chorus]
Don't touch me…
Just fix me… [x5]
[chorus] x2
Pink razors, cocaine
Sounds like a LA party
Rockstars are so lame
Sounds like I'll hate that party
Let's have a fuckin' party…
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