30 minutes to midnight And I can feel myself wasted now You know you broke my heart right And now I'm standing in the pieces of 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 My feelings all over It's over, all over And so I cry Behind my Balenciaga covered eyes Oh I cry Yeah Yeah Ah, ah, ah, ah (Woh!) Crystals on crystals And gold plated walls City lights and starry eyes And bottles popping of 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 on a roll of getting way to 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 My feelings all over It's over, all over And so I cry Behind my Balenciaga covered eyes Oh I cry (Yeah-yeah, oh-ah) (Ooh-ooh) (Woh!) Ah-ah Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah Ah, ah, ah, ah (Eh-yeah) I look damn good in this three-piece vintage haute couture, yeah (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) (Yeah) Ah-ah Ah (Eh-yeah)
