[Intro]
(This is a real dirty pop exclusive)

[Verse 1]
Jack-o-lanterns on me
I live my life like Halloween
Paparazzi flick me
They wanna feel my neck bleed
Nose jobs, rock star
I'm gonna crash my new car
Fuck your politics
Do you wanna make a horror flick?

[Chorus]
Just drop your clothes on the floor
I wanna bite your lips off
And you can’t get in the club
'Cause it's already sold out
Bitch, I don’t wanna be friends
I wanna eat your body
She likes my dirty couture
There's blood all on the dance floor

[Verse 2]
Louie V, body bag
Ancient puppets, toe tag
Christmas reindeer in the trap
I just bought a new strap
Christmas lights around my neck
Sacrifice my best man
I'll take you to candy land
Bitch, I am the candy man
[Bridge]
Yeah, and I do not care (I don't)
I'm Jimmy Darling but don't call me that
Don't show me your tats, I'm not into that
Bitch, just eat my lips, then please call me back

[Chorus]
Just drop your clothes on the floor
I wanna bite your lips off
And you can’t get in the club
’Cause it's already sold out
Bitch, I don’t wanna be friends
I wanna eat your body
She likes my dirty couture
There's blood all on the dance floor

[Outro: Emma Roberts]
"Ugh, I hate having to play the angel"
I know, the Devil is so much better