The Number Twelve Looks Like You Blue Dress/Don't Get Blood on My Prada Shoes Lyrics

dragged to the burial where witches flew overhead
roses drip black, and children weap in awe at their mother's side
and tissues break... shows your ample wit...
to get back at your b______s l___.
razor proof veil and an odorless scarf bring the day to rust.
blue dress at a black grave
razor proof veil and an odorless scarf bring the day rust.