I've spent seventeen years
Coughing up celebrity pregnancies,
My first kiss posing for the camera
Living in the skins of magazines
Fix your fucking eyeshadow
It's a party on the sixteenth floor
And you're just another pretty face
For the glamour and eye candy whores

Hold the applause,
Get your camera back
Push me against that filthy wall
Feel me up and call me electrotrash

Glamour! Glamour! Glamour!

I'm new model number one twenty six
I'll be your seventeen year old bitch
& when im legal ill kiss you on the lips
And let the public see you grab my hips
I'm a glitter bitch with prada shoes
Glam rock baby with feather boas too
I'm the shotgun with glitter bullet lips
Ready to shatter your glass heart with my fist!

I'm glam rock you piece of shit
I'm a faggot model
With a mad case of bulimia

Lyrics submitted by michelle__x3

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