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Jeffree Star Cupcakes Taste Like Violence Ep

be Hot damn, here I come Tell me how you want it done At the mall, in the hall, on your mama's bedroom wall You can choose, either way you will end up on the news (Yeah, just like

sweet Give me something Give me something Give me something sweet sweet sweet My skin looks like vanilla My mouth is made of sugar syringes and cupcakes

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

sweet Give me something Give me something Give me something sweet sweet sweet My skin looks like vanilla My mouth is made of sugar syringes and cupcakes

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

you on. You can't resist all the glare. You still stop and stare. You think you know me, but you still can't wait to hear some more. I'm like the