Lirama

I don't care if people stare
I burn thier fucking eyes
And it's ok the things they say
I know there fucking lies
Cycle boots, and leopard skin
Studs and spikes and safety pins
Stick up their nose don't like my clothes
Their just fucking whores
I got a use for steel toed boots
Kick down you fucking doors
Style like, razor blades
Style like broken glass
Well if you can't handle that
Kiss my fucking ass
Got the pride down deep inside
To show some fucking balls
And I don't care if people stare
Their fucking barbie dolls