Haunt Couture

Smile, smile, strike a pose.
Daring Red, Dashing Rose
Silken fabrics cut so lean,
Anorexia is for me.

Bones poking, hands shaking,
So thin, it’s law-breaking.
Two percent body fat,
What the fuck is up with that?

Needles pointing, muscles clenching,
Drama, drama, heart-wrenching

Two Percent Body Fat,
What the fuck is up with that?

Pass out on the street,
Or in my Cadillac’s backseat;
Forget about me, all alone
Please don’t let me break a bone.

Two percent body fat,
What the fuck is up with that?

Mirror, Mirror
On The wall
Who’s the thinnest
Of them all?

I eat less than I should
Maybe now I’ll sleep for good.

Mirror, Mirror on the wall
Please catch me if I fall.

Two Percent Body Fat,
What the Fuck is up with that?
Needles pointing, muscles clenching…

“What muscles are even left you stupid bitch…”

Mirror, Mirror
…Let me fall…


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