Freaks Do It Better!
BLOOD ON THE DANCE FLOOR · Bitchcraft 2014 · Track 08 of 08
Written by Dahvie Vanity · Music: Dahvie Vanity
Take the stage, everyone wait Make a break, shove it in his face All leather; all black Dressed to depress; Johnny Cash
If you stare I'll do a trick I'll use my wand And take your bitch
I see you You see my clique Rolling deep, wrapped in ink Looking pretty and pissed
Out of the ordinary It turns me on; you think I'm scary No boy can get it wetter Believe the rumour that freaks do it better
Out of the ordinary It turns me on; you think I'm scary No boy can get it wetter Believe the rumour that freaks do it better
Trick or treat Motherfucker, gimme your liqour Dahvie Halloween No one can do it sicker
Not looking for a God I don't need salvation I'm a bad motherfucker With a bad reputation
But I don't give a fuck About anything they said Every single word Is just a dollar I've made
Another album made Another bill I've paid Call me Buffy, bitch You about to get slayed
Killing it, killing it Busting the leather Never had no one like me But never say never
I fly sky high It don't matter the weather I see you get mad Because freaks do it better
Out of the ordinary It turns me on; you think I'm scary No boy can get it wetter Believe the rumour that freaks do it better
Out of the ordinary It turns me on; you think I'm scary No boy can get it wetter Believe the rumour that freaks do it better
Out of the ordinary It turns me on; you think I'm scary No boy can get it wetter Believe the rumour that freaks do it better
Out of the ordinary It turns me on; you think I'm scary No boy can get it wetter Believe the rumour that freaks do it better