Vegas Girl

I betcha think it’s funny,
Doin’ nothin’ for your money
The way you live your life is so pitiful
Your body parts replaced,
Too much make-up on your face
That tattoo on your back don’t make you beautiful

Your black heart, blue eyes
And the black dress you wear are your disguise
You cover up who you fuck,
Do they listen when you cry?
Keep living your lie
Ya dirty little Vegas girl
Wicked little Vegas girl

The extensions in your hair,
Your gold digger’s stare
You sell yourself just like a whore
You’re bound by golden handcuffs, it’s never enough
I hope you find your white-picket world
It’s so, so sad!

Your black heart, blue eyes
And the black dress you wear are your disguise
To cover up who you fuck,
Do they listen when you cry?
Keep living your lie
Ya dirty little Vegas girl

We’ll burn down Sin City for you
(Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey!)
The flames are so pretty, like you
(Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey!)
Why won’t you come for me?
(Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey!)

Your black heart, blue eyes
And the black dress you wear are your disguise
To cover up who you fuck,
Will they be there when you die?
Keep living your lie
My dirty little Vegas girl
Wicked little Vegas girl
So c’mon!
(My dirty little Vegas girl)
C’mon!
(Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey!)