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Drop Dead, Gorgeous

Donner, Party Of Five

Your nails, fashion red.

Paint a story your eyes never kept.

Don't worry, sweetie,

I'm just killing lately.

You think I'm a killer?

You think these eyes belong to a murderer?

Pass judgement fast,

Cause that's the last look you'll get.

Please take me with you.

Please take me with you.

In autumn, I won't be here.

So help me, God.

So help me, God.

I've walked and searched for eighteen years

And died for nothing.

Your nails, fashion red.

Paint a story your eyes never kept.

Don't worry, sweetie,

I'm just killing lately.

You think I'm a killer?

You think these eyes belong to a murderer?

Pass judgement fast,

Cause that's the last look you'll get.

In autumn, I won't be here.

So help me, God.

So help me, God.

"I've been evil,

Making a mess

Out of this town;

I woke the devil.'