Texty písní Blood On The Dance Floor

Blood On The Dance Floor

Freaks Do It Better!

Take the stage, everyone wait

Make a break, shove it in his face

All leather; all black

Dressed to depress; Johnny Cash

If you stare

I'll do a trick

I'll use my wand

And take your bitch

I see you

You see my clique

Rolling deep, wrapped in ink

Looking pretty and pissed

Out of the ordinary

It turns me on; you think I'm scary

No boy can get it wetter

Believe the rumour that freaks do it better

Out of the ordinary

It turns me on; you think I'm scary

No boy can get it wetter

Believe the rumour that freaks do it better

Trick or treat

Motherfucker, gimme your liqour

Dahvie Halloween

No one can do it sicker

Not looking for a God

I don't need salvation

I'm a bad motherfucker

With a bad reputation

But I don't give a fuck

About anything they said

Every single word

Is just a dollar I've made

Another album made

Another bill I've paid

Call me Buffy, bitch

You about to get slayed

Killing it, killing it

Busting the leather

Never had no one like me

But never say never

I fly sky high

It don't matter the weather

I see you get mad

Because freaks do it better

Out of the ordinary

It turns me on; you think I'm scary

No boy can get it wetter

Believe the rumour that freaks do it better

Out of the ordinary

It turns me on; you think I'm scary

No boy can get it wetter

Believe the rumour that freaks do it better

Out of the ordinary

It turns me on; you think I'm scary

No boy can get it wetter

Believe the rumour that freaks do it better

Out of the ordinary

It turns me on; you think I'm scary

No boy can get it wetter

Believe the rumour that freaks do it better