A face and body of a model
I hold her tighter than the bottle
She?s driving through my head
She?s got me hanging by the last thread
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verse 2
With flowers in her hair, a dagger around her waist
She always leaves me with that bitter taste
I don?t want to miss this train
She?s got me hanging by the last thread
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verse 3
She knows no magic, she just knows game
Inflicting her and numbs the slow pain
If all I want is lost
My baby?s got me on the run, got me on the run
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verse 4
A face and body of a model
I hold her tighter than the bottle
She?s driving through my head
She?s got me hanging by the last thread
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Verse 5
She has a soul that?s made of coral
She?s got a rules book with that moral
She cannot be controlled
She can be straight up for my gold