This Dress Kills Lyrics
| Song | This Dress Kills |
| Artist | Chumbawamba |
| Album | Swingin' With Raymond |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Chumbawamba | |
| I'm Judas Judy, panicking, got everything and nothing | |
| Happy birthday mister president I'm here to call your bluff | |
| From the top of the world I'm gonna jump, jump, jump | |
| I'm so perfectly imperfect and I did it for your love | |
| I'm as small as Thumbelina, sugar fairy on the cake | |
| Because the thinnest of excuses leave the bitterest taste | |
| Brittle-boned, Barbie-cued, take a piece of my heart | |
| When you know you haven't got it, does it make you feel good | |
| This dress is killing me | |
| Frockanoia | |
| (Repeat) | |
| I won and then I lost and then I won and then I lost | |
| And now I know how much a pound of flesh can cost | |
| And the question isn't if, but a definite when | |
| Do I throw my achy heart into the gutter again | |
| The party isn't over 'til the thin lady sings | |
| Critics dressed as waiters waiting in the wings | |
| There they'll gather like vultures to pick at the bones | |
| I won and then I lost and I got nothing at all | |
| This dress is killing me | |
| Frockanoia | |
| (Repeat) |
| zuo qu : Chumbawamba | |
| I' m Judas Judy, panicking, got everything and nothing | |
| Happy birthday mister president I' m here to call your bluff | |
| From the top of the world I' m gonna jump, jump, jump | |
| I' m so perfectly imperfect and I did it for your love | |
| I' m as small as Thumbelina, sugar fairy on the cake | |
| Because the thinnest of excuses leave the bitterest taste | |
| Brittleboned, Barbiecued, take a piece of my heart | |
| When you know you haven' t got it, does it make you feel good | |
| This dress is killing me | |
| Frockanoia | |
| Repeat | |
| I won and then I lost and then I won and then I lost | |
| And now I know how much a pound of flesh can cost | |
| And the question isn' t if, but a definite when | |
| Do I throw my achy heart into the gutter again | |
| The party isn' t over ' til the thin lady sings | |
| Critics dressed as waiters waiting in the wings | |
| There they' ll gather like vultures to pick at the bones | |
| I won and then I lost and I got nothing at all | |
| This dress is killing me | |
| Frockanoia | |
| Repeat |
| zuò qǔ : Chumbawamba | |
| I' m Judas Judy, panicking, got everything and nothing | |
| Happy birthday mister president I' m here to call your bluff | |
| From the top of the world I' m gonna jump, jump, jump | |
| I' m so perfectly imperfect and I did it for your love | |
| I' m as small as Thumbelina, sugar fairy on the cake | |
| Because the thinnest of excuses leave the bitterest taste | |
| Brittleboned, Barbiecued, take a piece of my heart | |
| When you know you haven' t got it, does it make you feel good | |
| This dress is killing me | |
| Frockanoia | |
| Repeat | |
| I won and then I lost and then I won and then I lost | |
| And now I know how much a pound of flesh can cost | |
| And the question isn' t if, but a definite when | |
| Do I throw my achy heart into the gutter again | |
| The party isn' t over ' til the thin lady sings | |
| Critics dressed as waiters waiting in the wings | |
| There they' ll gather like vultures to pick at the bones | |
| I won and then I lost and I got nothing at all | |
| This dress is killing me | |
| Frockanoia | |
| Repeat |
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