This Dress Kills

<br>I`m Judas Judy, panicking, got everything and nothing<br>Happy birthday mister president I`m here to call your bluff<br>From the top of the world I`m gonna jump, jump, jump<br>I`m so perfectly imperfect and I did it for your love<br>I`m as small as Thumbelina, sugar fairy on the cake<br>Because the thinnest of excuses leave the bitterest taste<br>Brittle-boned, Barbie-cued, take a piece of my heart<br>When you know you haven`t got it, does it make you feel good<br>This dress is killing me<br>Frockanoia<br>(Repeat)<br>I won and then I lost and then I won and then I lost<br>And now I know how much a pound of flesh can cost<br>And the question isn`t if, but a definite when<br>Do I throw my achy heart into the gutter again<br>The party isn`t over `til the thin lady sings<br>Critics dressed as waiters waiting in the wings<br>There they`ll gather like vultures to pick at the bones<br>I won and then I lost and I got nothing at all<br>This dress is killing me<br>Frockanoia<br>(Repeat)