Sorry, but I really had to wake you; See, I decided I must ride you till I break you. 'Cause Heather says I gots to go; You're my last meal on death row. Tonight I'm yours, I'm a dead girl walking! Get on all fours, Kiss this dead girl walking! Let's go, you know the drill; I'm hot and pissed and on the pill. Bow down to the will of a dead girl walking!
I told myself I wouldn’t make a Heathers Uniform. I lied to myself it seems.












