Lyrics to Balenciaga Covered Eyes
Thirty minutes to midnight
And I can feel myself wasted now
You know you broke my heart right
And now I'm standing in the pieces of
Shattered dreams and your lies
And I can't stop these emotions now
I'll be here all night
With every teardrop I'm letting go
Behind my Balenciaga covered eyes
In the protection of a dancing crowd
Under the strobe lights and the laser beams
I cry, I cry
And the music is too loud to stay in my head
My feelings all over
It's over, all over
And so I cry
Behind my Balenciaga covered eyes
Oh, I cry
Yeah
Yeah, ah, ah, ah, ah
(Woh!)
Crystals on crystals and gold-plated walls
City lights and starry eyes and bottles popping off
I'm at some after-after-party
And this place is getting naughty
Yeah, it's Fashion Week in Paris
Haute couture and street fashion
DJ playing punk
Feeling myself and on a roll of getting way too drunk
I look damn good in this three-piece vintage haute couture, yeah
So sad and so sexy
Come and arrest me
Come and arrest me
(Yeah)
Behind my Balenciaga covered eyes
In the protection of a dancing crowd
Under the strobe lights and the laser beams
I cry, I cry
And the music is too loud to stay in my head
My feelings all over
It's over, all over
And so I cry
Behind my Balenciaga covered eyes
Oh, I cry
(Yeah-yeah, oh-ah)
(Ooh-ooh)
(Woh!) Ah-ah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, ah, ah, ah, ah
(Eh-yeah)
I look damn good in this three-piece vintage haute couture, yeah
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
(Yeah) Ah-ah
Ah (Eh-yeah)
And I can feel myself wasted now
You know you broke my heart right
And now I'm standing in the pieces of
Shattered dreams and your lies
And I can't stop these emotions now
I'll be here all night
With every teardrop I'm letting go
Behind my Balenciaga covered eyes
In the protection of a dancing crowd
Under the strobe lights and the laser beams
I cry, I cry
And the music is too loud to stay in my head
My feelings all over
It's over, all over
And so I cry
Behind my Balenciaga covered eyes
Oh, I cry
Yeah
Yeah, ah, ah, ah, ah
(Woh!)
Crystals on crystals and gold-plated walls
City lights and starry eyes and bottles popping off
I'm at some after-after-party
And this place is getting naughty
Yeah, it's Fashion Week in Paris
Haute couture and street fashion
DJ playing punk
Feeling myself and on a roll of getting way too drunk
I look damn good in this three-piece vintage haute couture, yeah
So sad and so sexy
Come and arrest me
Come and arrest me
(Yeah)
Behind my Balenciaga covered eyes
In the protection of a dancing crowd
Under the strobe lights and the laser beams
I cry, I cry
And the music is too loud to stay in my head
My feelings all over
It's over, all over
And so I cry
Behind my Balenciaga covered eyes
Oh, I cry
(Yeah-yeah, oh-ah)
(Ooh-ooh)
(Woh!) Ah-ah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, ah, ah, ah, ah
(Eh-yeah)
I look damn good in this three-piece vintage haute couture, yeah
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
(Yeah) Ah-ah
Ah (Eh-yeah)
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