Gabriella Zauna - CASHMERE COLOGNE lyrics

White vinaigrette hell, while you're at it
You might as well give me a damn

Cigarette douse me in scotch
That the catholic pope blessed

You you (downed)
Downed raspberry vodka
You stole from your mama you
You you may be right
But I'll spice it up with spite

No I won't come
To your stupid tea party for 1
No I won't show up
With some bottled up cashmere cologne

Birthday candles in red
Blow them out inhale them in damn she
Treated you with mad respect but did you
No you didn't! What a hypocrite

You sorry didn't mean to
You hurt you but you might've
Worn a pink party dress to your own funeral
You sorry didn't mean to
You hurt you but I might
Tear up a eulogy for your own death

No I won't come
To your stupid tea party for 1
No I won't show up
With some bottled up cashmere cologne

No I won't come
To your 17th birthday or some
No I won't show up
With a gift in my hand for a nun