Jeffree Star wasn't born beautiful. He scratched, screamed and screwed out an existence from the back woods of Deliverance amidst the surfers and tanned plastic whores of rural Orange County in California. Star was able to mollify his obsessive complusive disorder with his mother's makeup and fineries and eventually this quiet desire for beauty got louder and louder; from this grew his unnatural and many say unholy desire to take over the underground. On weekends, Jeffree hit the Hollywood clubs, where he would dress in outlandish mini dresses and 9 inch high heels. This is where he met Celebrities that loved his makeup work and tapped his number into their cell phones. While other kids where studying and doing homework, Jeffree was in mansions and music videos, doing makeup and making tons of money. Star soon discovered stardom; beautiful girls purred and whispered at him; he had a better body and looked hotter then all of them. He was special and beautiful. Always the consummate hetero fucker, whether it was in the locker room or late at night in his locked bedroom, Jeffree Star kept his boy experiences to himself and smiled just before bed, empowering himself with power. Eventually, his club going discipline worked to his advantage; suddenly everyone knew his name. Everyone was everywhere, claustrophobic, smothering, and strangely and perpetually, comforting. Everyone wanted a picture taken with him and everyone wanted to know where he was going next. He now attends shows and kids maul him. He gives out more autographs than bands, and he spits more profound makeup advice than MAC or Revlon. Now, Jeffree is queen of the internet appearing on every popular site. He is a music artist, a make-up artist, and an idol to many. ♥
ICECREAM LYRICS ~
I'll give you Dairy Queen
Pink dreams
Tongue all on your ice cream
Lips gleam
Plates clean
Preteen
Submarine
Drippin' down your ice cream cone
Rhinestone.. Hormones
[chorus:]
Enter my construction zone
Make me moan
Danger prone
It doesn't feel right
So keep going down
It doesn't feel right
Until you start to drown
I wanna S your D // I wanna L your V
Gonna guarantee // To set you free
Sliddin' down the pole
Swallow it whole
Flood control
Always on patrol
Let's take a stroll
Into your hole
On cruise control
Now pay the toll
I want.. .
Pants dropping, slow fucking, floor mopping..
Right now.
[chorus]
Jeffree Star for dinner?
I'll give you Jeffree Star for dinner
It doesn't feel right
So keep going down
It doesn't feel right
Until you start to drown
Open up your thighs
Show me the surprise
Enjoy. ♥
