Drop Dead, Gorgeous

I'm a star, I'm a star
(You said It don't forget it)
Guns and glamour.
(How we shine so brightly)
Well its all over now
(All the drugs have run out)
You said it don't forget it
Dolce & Gabanna.
Louis Vuitton and Prada
With a blank for a name and A hand full of sedatives
I'm not all about it and I don't kiss and tell.
Well I learned from the
best, Got a bullet to the chest.
Once again, Now we're making some progress
It's only sleight of hand
Wells its getting kind of late
Nobody wants to be out on the street
You always saw me at my best
Well, that wasn't normal
Well, if I feel under your dress
Wouldn't take be too formal?
Can't stop the cycle of teenage arrogance
Well-behaved boys and out of control whores