Personal Graveyard

Three cheers for vanity
It’s a tasteful shame
Faces gloomy talking to me
Living in a horror movie
Oh, the price of fame
Twenty-one guns for sanity
Oh, how I miss you most (of all)
Good things that lifestyle brings
How could she complain?
All dressed up and if looks could kill you’d be a lonely girl
With a personal graveyard
But hey, oh no
Ain’t nobody got nothing on you Complicated, bent on revenge
You got a speed-dial spot
In the devil’s address book
But hey, oh no
Ain’t nobody got nothing on you
Bring on calamity
Chaos makes a house (a home)
Can’t very well un-bury
Memories you fail to carry
Show you wear good girls go
She wore her heart right on her sleeve Oh what did it get her?
They don’t respect her, no…
All good things that lifestyle brings
How could she complain?
How could she complain?
All dressed up and if looks could kill you’d be a lonely girl
With a personal graveyard
But hey, oh no
Ain’t nobody got nothing on you Complicated, bent on revenge
You got a speed-dial spot
In the devil’s address book
But hey, oh no
Ain’t nobody got nothing on you