Testo: Drop Dead, Gorgeous. In Vogue. Fashion Your Seatbelts.

Nothing to see here outlined in white
just the red on the carpet
the screne of the crime
the devil made you do it
why do it just for the fashion
where, oh where, has my baby been
i would die to hear your voice
you've been gone so long, i can't feel you
and your hand on my heart beating true

did you think i'd live without you
you belonged to me
i miss your face
i lost my place
i lost my faith