This dress kills

This dress kills Lyrics

I'm Judas Judy, panicking, got everything and nothing

Happy birthday mister president I'm here to call your bluff

From the top of the world I'm gonna jump, jump, jump

I'm so perfectly imperfect and I did it for your love

I'm as small as Thumbelina, sugar fairy on the cake

Because the thinnest of excuses leave the bitterest taste

Brittle-boned, Barbie-cued, take a piece of my heart

When you know you haven't got it, does it make you feel good

This dress is killing me

Frockanoia

(Repeat)

I won and then I lost and then I won and then I lost

And now I know how much a pound of flesh can cost

And the question isn't if, but a definite when

Do I throw my achy heart into the gutter again

The party isn't over 'til the thin lady sings

Critics dressed as waiters waiting in the wings

There they'll gather like vultures to pick at the bones

I won and then I lost and I got nothing at all

This dress is killing me

Frockanoia

(Repeat)