This is a thirst trap.
A thirst trap.

We’re pop princesses. We’re schoolgirls. We’re punks. We’re toxic, baby. We’re femme fatales who’ll seduce you for your cash. We’re soaring, flying. 

A thirst trap.
A trap.

We’ve got that super bass. We’re party girls who like to get messy. We’re plastic bags, drifting through the wind, wanting to start again. 

A trap.
It’s a trap!

We’re bored and needy and angry. And we want a boogie.

Our thirst trap is hungry.
Let us eat you up.