Eyes like
a slash across her face
Lips I'd
kill a man to taste
What - ever this stuff is
I'm buying
What - ever it does
I'll do it 'til I'm dying
I can't wash her a - way
It's getting under my skin
I can't wash her a - way
I can feel her closing in
Hands like
a carnival of queens
Hair like
a heart attack of dreams
A voice so soft
you could cut it with a kiss
Screams so small
you could hold them in your fist
Little white fingertips
running up your back
Little needling scores where
her nails leave a track
I can't wash her a - way
She's living in my skin
I can't seem to wash her a - way
I can feel her closing in
Eyes like
a slash across her face
Lips so damn sweet
you'd cut your tongue out for a taste
What - ever this stuff is
I'm buying
If she's nothing but a coffin least
she's good enough to die in
She's a ballroom
full of dancing chairs
She's a child in disguise
hiding bullets in her hair
A voice so soft
you could cut it with a kiss
Screams so small
you could hold them in your fist
Every one night stand
is a six week stretch
(y´ can´t wash her a - way)
Craving her arms twisted up around your neck
Skin so white
a heart so pure
(y´ can´t wash her a - way)
If you open up her veins
you'd see the light run through her
you can´t wash her a - way
you can´t wash her a - way
you can´t wash her a - way