Your Best Nightmare - LBD

My lipstick, bloodstains,
Cleaned off the floor where you lay slain.
The perfect shade of red
To dishonor the dead.

My little black dress is skin tight,
My makeup is looking just right.
And don't I look quite a sight
In the suit jacket that I stole from you?

Threw on my black dress, and damn I look hot.
I'm happy that you'll fucking rot.

My eyes are bone dry,
As they embalm your body.
You can't expect me to cry
For you I have no sympathy.

They lower you down,
The cemetery still.
But my heart doesn't break for you,
I'm reveling instead.

Threw on my black dress, and damn I look hot.
I'm happy that you'll fucking rot.

Written by:
Erin Porter

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