💖 YOUTUBE: https://www.youtube.com/@44VelvetRain 💖 TIKTOK: https://www.tiktok.com/@44velvetrain 💖 SPOTIFY: https://sptfy.com/Qjse 💖 POLISH VERSION (Original): https://suno.com/song/763a8705-6252-4d93-935b-79cbf036726d _____ [Verse 1] Mother sizes me up like a butcher, “Pretty girls don't eat after dark.” I'm drooling with hunger, I'm dying inside, Got a tapeworm for a roommate — what have I done? (Help) Wire underneath me reshapes my face, I sleep on my back so my cheeks stay in place. Lashes sewn on with a needle and thread, “Pain is a woman's best friend,” plays in my head. The dressing room reeks of vinegar, powder and pus, The maid stitches my gown to the skin on my bust. I stuff cotton in my bra and pray in the night, Maybe bigger breasts will make my name right. [Pre-Chorus] Try me on once more, even if I break in two, The slipper loves silence — and silence loves pain too. [Chorus] There's blood in the slipper, but it still fits just right, The Prince looks at me like a meal dressed up for the night. My lashes are heavy like moths that have died, I've got a needle beneath my tongue — I'll stick it inside. We waltz through a ballroom, a slaughterhouse of swans, Heels click like rotten teeth as the orchestra drones on. The Prince kisses cold hands like he's checking the meat, We line up so politely to be pretty, complete. [Verse 2] I've got a brand-new nose, still warm from the blade, When I sneeze, I feel metal beneath my eye. The bathtub is milk, but the milk has turned red, And I lace up my corset till my ribs ache instead. Mother says, “Straighten your neck — the Prince is watching you.” So I straighten it until I hear something crack through. He kisses my hand like he's checking if I'm fresh, While pearls choke my throat and iron fills my breath. I cut off my fingers just to wear the crown, I'd trade the rest of my foot for a moment of wow. I dance crooked and pale in the candlelight glow, Only ugly sisters know what beauty costs below. [Pre-Chorus] Tighter. Prettier. Less of me inside of me. [Chorus] There's blood in the slipper — the orchestra plays loud, So no one can hear our bones breaking in the crowd. I dance light as a corpse drifting under the tide, The whole room applauds my new face with pride. I stand still in a dress as heavy as a tomb, With fingers cut off for a moment in the room. There's blood in the slipper, but nobody cares, The prettiest girl is the one who suffers in silence upstairs. [Outro — Whisper] He wasn't worth the fingers, the blood or the bones, In his eyes, every woman was nothing but stones. I puke out the tapeworm in a silver dish... *(bleh)* Smash the mirror. Cut the corset. Slowly.
