k**ola - Personal Graveyard lyrics

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 k** 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 k** 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