Don’t Get Blood on My Prada Shoes lyrics
by The Number Twelve Looks Like You
Cringing at the sight, flawless face dragged
Eyelids ruptured with twisted nails
I giggled, kissing my fingers
Type C and saliva bubbling
Kissing my fingers
Find an easier way dying
Before you get murdered
Find an easier way dying
Before you get murdered
Type C and saliva bubbling
Kissing my fingers
The floor boards will never hold the same finish