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A room of sweet perfume
I know that isn't mine
She left so soon
I passed her on the way, Fifth Avenue
Her eyes were full of you (you, you)
Save me your excuse
Before it leaves your lips
You've tied the noose
And then you let it slip from under you
I hope that hell feels good
Me and my girls' cars are coming
When they get so lovin'
They got my back when I go on trusting boys like you
You're gone and buried
The cemetery
Boy, ain't it scary?
R.I.P. you're dead to me
You're gone and buried
I hope you're ready
Boy, ain't it scary?
R.I.P. you're dead to me
Cross my broken heart
I hope you die, die (yeah)
Cross my broken heart
I hope you die, die
R.I.P. you're dead to me (yeah)
Figurine of you
I'm pulling on the threads, they're coming loose
I'm poking at your cloth
It's kind of cute, to watch your face turn blue
Me and my girls' cars are coming
When they come so lovin'
They got my back when I go on trusting boys like you
You're gone and buried
The cemetery
Boy, ain't it scary?
R.I.P. you're dead to me
You're gone and buried
I hope you're ready
Boy, ain't it scary?
R.I.P. you're dead to me
Cross my broken heart
I hope you die, die (yeah)
Cross my broken heart
I hope you die, die
R.I.P. you're dead to me (yeah)
Die, yeah (yeah)
Die, yeah
R.I.P. you're dead to me
Cross my broken heart
I hope you die, die (yeah)
Cross my broken heart
I hope you die, die
R.I.P. you're dead to me