bloody Margie las

I, I wouldn't care
If I ran out of air
'Cause I don't feel pleasure
This mess is worse than the
Blood on my Margielas
I won't feel better
You know, I'll go
I'm so cold, have no home
Oh, I'm so cold
Have no home, nowhere to go
Feel like velvet , feel like velvet
I, I need a way
For you to take me away
And you don't care about a thing
So you can make the same mistakes
Over, and over, and over
'Cause I don't feel pleasure
This mess is worse than the
Blood on my Margielas
I won't feel better
You know, I'll go
I'm so cold, have no home
'Cause I don't feel pleasure (Oh, I'm so cold)
This mess is worse than the (You know)
Blood on my Margielas (I'll go)
I won't feel better
You know, I'll go
Feel like velvet(I'm so cold, have no home)
(Feel like velvet)
I, I wouldn't care
If I ran out of air
Oh, I'm so cold
Have no home, nowhere to go
Feel like velvet, feel like velvet
I, I wouldn't care, oh
If I ran out of air, uh
'Cause I don't feel pleasure
This mess is worse than the
Blood on my Margielas
I won't feel better
You know, I'll go
I'm so cold, have no home