Thirty minutes to midnight
And I can feel myself wasting now
You know you broke my heart right
And now I'm standing in the pieces, oh
Shattered dreams and your lies
And I can't stop these emotions now
I'll be here all night
With every teardrop, I'm letting go

Behind my Balenciaga covered eyes
In the protection of a dancing crowd
Under the strobe lights and the laser beams
I cry, I cry
And the music is too loud to stay in my head now
These feelings all over
It's over, all over
And so I cry
Behind my Balenciaga covered eyes
Oh, I cry

Crystals on crystals on gold-plated walls
City lights and starry eyes and bottles popping off
I'm at some after-after-party
And this place is getting naughty
Yeah, it's Fashion Week in Paris
Haute couture and street fashion
DJ playing punk
Feeling myself
I'm on a roll and getting way too drunk
I look damn good in this three-piece
Vintage haute couture, yeah
So sad and so sexy
Come and arrest me
Come and arrest me

Behind my Balenciaga covered eyes
In the protection of a dancing crowd
Under the strobe lights and the laser beams
I cry, I cry
And the music is too loud to stay in my head now
These feelings all over
It's over, all over
And so I cry
Behind my Balenciaga covered eyes
Oh, I cry

I look damn good in this three-piece
Vintage haute couture, yeah