I send my best regards from hell ♡

» CAVIANVI
Remember how we used to party up all night, sneaking out and looking for a taste of real life. Drinking in the small town firelight (Pabst Blue Ribbon on ice). Sweet sixteen and we had arrived. Walking down the streets as they whistle, "Hi, hi!". Stealin' police cars with the senior guys; teachers said we'd never make it out alive. There she was my new best friend, high heels in her hands, swayin' in the wind. While she starts to cry, mascara runnin' down her little Bambi eyes: "Lana, how I hate those guys." This is what makes us girls; we all look for heaven and we put our love first. Somethin' that we'd die for, it's our curse. Don't cry about it, don't cry about it. This is what makes us girls; we don't stick together 'cause we put our love first. Don't cry about him, don't cry about him. It's all gonna happen. And that's where the beginning of the end begun. Everybody knew that we had too much fun; we were skippin' school and drinkin' on the job (with the boss). Sweet sixteen and we had arrived; baby's table dancin' at the local dive. Cheering our names in the pink spotlight. Drinkin' cherry schnapps in the velvet night. Yo we used to go break in to the hotel, glimmer and we’d swim. Runnin' from the cops in our black bikini tops, screaming, "Get us while we're hot. Get us while we're hot." (Come on take a shot). This is what makes us girls; we all look for heaven and we put our love first. Somethin' that we'd die for, it's our curse. Don't cry about it, don't cry about it. This is what makes us girls; we don't stick together 'cause we put our love first. Don't cry about him, don't cry about him. It's all gonna happen. The prettiest in crowd that you had ever seen; ribbons in our hair and our eyes gleamed mean. A freshmen generation of degenerate beauty queens. And you know something? They were the only friends I ever had. We got into trouble and when stuff got bad, I got sent away, I was waving on the train platform, crying 'cause I know I'm never comin' back. This is what makes us girls; we all look for heaven and we put our love first. Somethin' that we'd die for, it's our curse. Don't cry about it, don't cry about it. This is what makes us girls; we don't stick together 'cause we put our love first. Don't cry about him, don't cry about him. It's all gonna happen.
we're the queens of disaster
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