Louis Vuitton Body Bag - Jeffree Star

Stab you with scissors, and let’s hold hands

Blew out my birthday candles, wished that you were dead (Goodbye…)

Slice you to ribbons, lay next to me

Let’s give each other lobotomies

Slit your throat and zip you up

I won’t fuck up your pretty make-up

Tell your friends, try not to brag

You’re sleeping in a Louis Vuitton body bag

Body bag…

To be ourselves, we have to destroy ourselves

To be ourselves, we have to destroy ourselves

Pretend I love you for another year

Starve myself so I’ll fucking disappear

Your red-dipped fingers look like strawberries

But these gashes look like self-injuries

Slit your throat and zip you up

I won’t fuck up your pretty make-up

Tell your friends, try not to brag

You’re sleeping in a Louis Vuitton body bag

Body bag…

Depression — my new obsession

Home sweet home

Self-mutilation

Like a sick art show

Slit your throat and zip you up

I won’t fuck up your pretty make-up

Tell your friends, try not to brag

To be ourselves, we have to destroy ourselves

You’re sleeping in a Louis Vuitton body bag

Body bag…

I love you too