Up all night
I got dressed up, up to the nines.
I took a look in the mirror, I wish I was thinner then everything would be fine.
At least I smell nice, so come on and breathe me in.
Whats the point? What's the point? What's the point?
'Cause everybody looks famous
and they’ve been wasting lots of time.
Everybody feels special tonight.
UP ALL NIGHT!
I'm not your Marilyn Monroe, I'm not your Marilyn Manson, I'm not your favourite girl from the Playboy Mansion.
Bitterness is like cancer. It eats upon the host. But anger is like fire, it burns it all clean. - Önskar jag hade något att vara arg över.