Superdelicious

by Damn the Witch Siren

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released 30 May 2014

Written, performed, produced and mastered by Bobbi Kitten & Z Wolf.
Photography by Danielle Petrosa.

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Track Name: Pearls and Lace
You're looking like a dirty knock-off
Pussy footing around the place
But she swears you're a big shot
Pumping fists with cans of mace

I don't remember what she told me
But I remember her pretty face
She was some celebrity
All hookered up, pearls and lace

All hookered up, pearls and lace

You're looking like a dirty knock-off
Rock and roll is here to stay
Since they dubbed you the savior
"Move, bitch, get out my way!"

I don't care about opinions
I don't care about the human race
I wanna get you off! Off!
All hookered up, pearls and lace

All hookered up, pearls and lace.
Track Name: Honey Honey
Hey there superstars, with all your superfame!
Spinning in that concrete skirt
Girl come on, get it get it

Clouds in your rock and roll
Your superfly disco!
Dirty dirty, make you sweat
Light you up like a cigarette

Plastic chic, negliges
Gettin' down in the strangest ways
I know you wanna hit it, but you can't get it get it
Superfreak, supercheap
Sippin' on black whiskey
Girl where do you get your money, money?

Gimme some of that honey, honey!

Dip down, move it fast
Boy you gotta make it last
Pumpin' in the bloodstream
Uh, uh, uh, make me scream!

Spin me 'round your skinny torso
A vapid supermodel
B-b-b-bite down, you vicious tease!

I'm gonna spill the blood of bitches to pay my bills.
Who's gonna pop my pink champagne?
Vanity kills!
Come on come on
Give me the best that you got

Gimme some of that honey, honey!

Death to your cheap fame!
I don't want it
I don't need it
And hit me with your wrecking ball this way, yeah
I'm hungry
I'm vicious
You look superdelicious
Death to your cheap
Fame, fame, fame, fame.

I'm gonna spill the blood of bitches to pay my bills.
Who's gonna pop my pink champagne?
Vanity kills!
Tap it once, momma
Break it right
Ain't got no time for pretty and polite
Uh, uh-uh uh, punch it!
That's right

When the glamor's gone, don't give me pardon
Gimme some of that

Gimme some of that honey honey!
Track Name: Tu Sais Je T'aime Bien
Love is a verb, why don't you make it?
Looking through to the only one who can save it
I see right through your apologies
I see right through your mysteries

I only wanna be somebody
I don't ever wanna be so cruel
You take it, I'll break it
I don't ever wanna be so cruel

Gimme gimme gimme gimme some of your bed
Gimme gimme gimme gimme some of your head
Gimme gimme gimme gimme some of your dreams
Soft, sweet, trembling
I've been reading all my books and literature
I've been spending all my time working on my French
Tu sais je t'aime bien
Boy you've really got something

All I want is you in the sun, boy
Black turtlenecks, got me so depressed
I'll take you in sad shape
I'll take you any way

You only wanna be somebody
In this world that can be so cruel

Gimme gimme gimme gimme some of your bed
Gimme gimme gimme gimme some of your head
Gimme gimme gimme gimme some of your dreams
Soft, sweet, trembling
I've been reading all my books and literature
I've been spending all my time working on my French
Tu sais je t'aime bien
Boy you've really got something
Track Name: Thrill Me
Digital frosting
Orgasmic cupcake dreams
Admiring the cheap bourgeoise on the social magazines

Ooh-la-la-la!

Thrill me

Snapshot insta-slam
Girls in bikinis
Your mouth is a traffic jam
But your body is a scream

Just keep thrillin' me
Don't worry about it
Thrill me

Just wanna be liked, just wanna be seen
Popular bores.
Thrill me

You taste just like autumn
Dead and glorious
I'll give you a resurrection
Pop garbage, Victorian

Just keep thrillin' me
Don't worry about it
Thrill me,

Thrill me.
Just keep thrillin' me.
Track Name: Microphone
Just a loser with a microphone

I used to be so happy
I used to be so free
Now all I want is for you to love me.
Love me!

Now all I do is cry
And cry and cry and cry and cry.

Just a loser with a microphone.
Track Name: Silver Forest
You came out of the blue all dressed in black
Eyes full of sex
Handshakes elongating into heart attacks

Kiss me under dancing pixels
Crush me into your bow and arrow
Shoot me straight to the moon,
Shoot me shoot me shoot me
White-hot lava lagoon love

Get up!

You cam out of the blue all dressed in black
Prince of Death singing songs under broken tact
I'm not searching for honesty
Let's live our fairy tale and cry about our stories of...