I saw a thousand roses breathing the gaz of downtown today
They were just there dying outside their garden for a fake love
I walked alone with nothing to lose, looking for everything
Why am I living today and which side of the street should I turn to?
The night is falling over the city of angels and I'm still walking, thinking..
I just dropped my clothes on the homeless corner
Now wearing only a long coat with nothing under, waiting to catch someone special
Leopard heels and my nails have never been so long, what's wrong with me?
I guess my real plan is to paint them with bad blood tonight
Because I'm not the kind of girl that lay down in bed
Not the kind that will kill roses and ask for your fake love.