IRC-Galleria

I'm the new cancer, never looked better
And you can't stand it
I know because you say so under your breath
You're reading lips, "When did he get at all confident?"
Haven't you heard that I'm the new cancer?
Never looked better
And you can't stand it

Next is a trip to the ladies room in vain
I bet you just can't keep up with these fashionistas
Tonight, tonight, you are, you are the whispering campaign
To them, your name is "Cheap", and you look like sh ―
Talk to the mirror, choke back tears
And keep telling yourself that, "I'm a diva."

Oh, and the smokes in that cigarette box at your table
They just so happen to be laced with nitroglycerin