Natasha Lyonne

Well the freaks feel like divas when she talks

It's a slow burn turned prophetic shock

Yeah the freaks feel like divas when she walks in

It's a slow burn turned prophetic shock

And I know

Yes I know

She's the King of this dense city's disco

And I know

Yes it shows

She's the King of this dense city's disco

Los Angeles is dead

All the stars have been sold

To a favored galaxy

They're smoking stories of old

Well if I had the gall, I'd be in New York

Won't you break my heart?

Natasha Lyonne

Got me left side

Alright- inside out

Has anyone ever gotten you down

Such a smooth presenter

And I'm wearing so thin

I've got to let you in

Natasha Lyonne

The freaks feel like divas

The freaks feel like divas when she walks

Oh the freaks feel like divas

The freaks feel like divas when she walks by

'cause she's the King of this dense city's disco

Got me left side

Alright- inside out

Miss Red you've just won the town

Yeah, you're the star

And I'm a shot in the dark

Oh won't you break my heart?

Natasha Lyonne

(No)