Little Star (Chicks On Speed)

Twinkle twinkle titty-twister You tricked your mum And killed your mister She's got flowers in her hair Virgin victim It's not fair Dancing queen Spinning top Twist and spin Spin and drop Heroin addict Girl next door Who only made it To the floor Lolly-polly Poster girl Pastel colours suit you well Good night, sweet dreams Go to hell The pope, he says You really smell Twinkle twinkle titty-twister Bubblebath And then the toaster Nowhere left But on the poster I know you already told me You couldn't take it any more The centre of attention After while it's such a bore I left you to your own devices You crashed the system This is your crisis On the poster you look so good In reality, i wish you could Be here me like the girl next door Without the show or your head in the floor Nowhere left But on the poster