Thirty minutes to midnight And I can feel myself wasting now You know you broke my heart right And now I´m standing in the pieces, oh Shattered dreams and your lies
And I can´t stop these emotions now I´ll be here all night With every teardrop, I´m letting go
Behind my Balenciaga covered eyes In the protection of a dancing crowd Under the strobe lights and the laser beams I cry, I cry And the music is too loud to stay in my head now These feelings all over It´s over, all over And so I cry Behind my Balenciaga covered eyes Oh, I cry
Crystals on crystals on gold-plated walls City lights and starry eyes and bottles popping off
I´m at some after-after-party And this place is getting naughty Yeah, it´s Fashion Week in Paris Haute couture and street fashion DJ playing punk Feeling myself I´m on a roll and getting way too drunk I look damn good in this three-piece Vintage haute couture, yeah So sad and so sexy Come and arrest me Come and arrest me
Behind my Balenciaga covered eyes In the protection of a dancing crowd Under the strobe lights and the laser beams I cry, I cry And the music is too loud to stay in my head now
These feelings all over It´s over, all over And so I cry Behind my Balenciaga covered eyes Oh, I cry
I look damn good in this three-piece Vintage haute couture, yeah