Resist the temptation of the beast You'll slip and lose your grip and forever fall asleep The venom is contagious, beware of its spell What you thought would be heaven, turns out to be hell I wonder if she knows the devil's taken off her clothes Deep

You're not in the room There are no legible signs You wait your turn in the queue You say your sorries and thank you's I don't think you're ever A hundred percent in the room You go on I'll be okay I can dream the rest away It's just a little touch of

No one's ever gonna censor me I won't turn and look away When it's all you wanna see You're the coward, you're the thief And that's all you'll ever be Stay away, decay before I go insane Who knew bliss was such a risk All the thoughts I have I'm too

Turn all the lights on! A-a-a-a-a-a-a a-ah A-a-a-a-a-a-a I need some lights, it's way too dark Oh yeah I'm going in They need to turn up the lights Put your hands up if you're going hard Okay okay I'm with my friends Let the party begin

That's just what you do When you're at the bottom It sure could drain a man About as empty as these beer cans Yeah, this time it's it, I'm callin' it quits I'm not turnin' her on anymore She packed up the same ol' stuff And slammed the same ol' door And

You better sit back down 'Til you hold your ground You better put that down Behave little boy I am on a binge I'm losing all my friends I'm losing in the end It's your turn to learn to fight

It's all your fault Because you were perfect You called me beautiful You turned me out And now I can't turn back But I'm running out of air And it's not fair I hold my breath I conjure up the thought of being gone

You can pretty lie and say it's okay You can pretty smile and just walk away Pretty much fake your way through anything But you can't cry pretty You can't turn off the flood when the dam breaks When all your mascara is going to waste When things get

It's your turn, Frankie, didn't I tell you, Frankie's first affair. It's a crying shame. They really did care cause it's your first affair. The party's over,

Priscilla, Priscilla It's a difficult thing being Queen to the King How'd you get him to yourself? Between the whistle calls and Southern dolls He's always in high demand We turn around and the world's right there Woman to woman, I'm starting to see