(The) Internet Killed The Video Star - Drop Dead， Gorgeous

Burn the instructions or plague the inventor
Quick easy and painless
I'm a careless romantic
Wandering the streets
Luring strangers in the dark
If they follow in my footsteps
Then I'll love them all blind
If you want to make a scene
Then you've gotta make a scene
I'll put my hands on you
You put your hands on me
If you want to make a scene
I wasn't looking for trouble
But trouble found me
You f**ked with the wrong son of a b***h
I caught you staring it's not your fault
I killed the lights 'cause
I saw it all
I caught you staring it's not your fault
I kissed your lips but not for too long
Tick tock tick tock the hour is up
Told to be anxious
You're a bit out of line
Sew it up like every other time
Un-amused at the table by the bedroom
They're all mine
If you want to make a scene
Then you've gotta make a scene
You f**ked with the wrong son of a b***h
You put your hands on me
I'll put my hands on you
You f**ked with the wrong son of a b***h
Sew it up like every other time
So in love like every other time
The needle and thread make me shiver
The red on your hands spells out martyr
I caught you staring it's not your fault
I killed the lights 'cause
I saw it all
I caught you staring it's not your fault
I swear to
God I watched you fall
Your perfect picture left its mark
I kissed your lips but not for too long