Miss Boombox

Song Miss Boombox
Artist Jeffree Star
Album Cupcakes Taste Like Violence

Lyrics

Look into my eyes. So vicious.
Heels on high. So infectious.
Social sickness.
Glittering kisses.
I will make you mine. Malicious.
Take you from behind. So vivid.
The lower you fall, the higher your climb.
Prepare to let me flash and let me die.
Microphones and ice cream cones.
Dripping down my collar bone. (Yumyum)
Taste a piece of my bubblegum.
Everybody wants some. (Yumyum)
I like this.
Read between the lines. You see it.
Cutting like a knife, you feel it.
The lower you fall, the higher you climb.
Intoxicate and let me fly. (Yumyum)
Microphones and ice cream cones.
Dripping down my collar bone. (Yumyum)
Taste a piece of my bubblegum.
Everybody wants some. (Yumyum)
I feel nothing.
Poster child, party girl, miss boombox, make me swirl.
I feel nothing.
Poster child, party girl, miss boombox, make me swirl.
I like this.
Poster child, party girl, miss boombox, make me swirl.
Poster child, party girl, miss boombox, make me swirl.
Microphones and ice cream cones.
Dripping down my collar bone. (Yumyum)
Taste a piece of my bubblegum.
Everybody wants some. (Yumyum)
Microphones and ice cream cones.
Dripping down my collar bone. (Yumyum)
Taste a piece of my bubblegum.
Everybody wants some. (Yumyum)