The Blood on My Hands

Now girls, if you want maintain a look like mine
You gotta spend hours on your face and your nails and your hair
You see, I believe that beauty is a secret power
And like love it don't play fair

The blood on my hands, it's timeless treasure
The blood on my hands makes me weaker than water

You don't know it but were moving together in a dance
My beaded slippers brushing the floor
At my glory, yeah, you're afraid to even glance
I'm like a shadow thrown across your door

The blood on my hands, a blessing beyond measure
The blood on my hands makes me weaker than water

I keep my life in a seashell box
With my knife. And my pictures. And my pills
My friends Maybelline and Max know all about the truth
It can set you free, but it also kills

So take your courage and let me be
Is a gutless smile all you brought
My beauty is bound for eternity
While your guts are just destined to rot

The blood on my hands, such a princely pleasure
The blood on my hands makes me weaker than water

The blood on my hands, ripples on an endless river
The blood on my hands makes me weaker than water