歌曲 | Sugar |
歌手 | Kids in the Way |
专辑 | A Love Hate Masquerade |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
She’s a high fashion love assassin | |
Taking names and playing games is her passion | |
But her perfect world started coming apart | |
The day I broke her cold heart | |
Now she’s hungry for the blood of any boy | |
And she’ll get it ‘cause she gets what she wants | |
She’s the devil in black stilettos | |
Don’t cross her, she’s a fully loaded debutante | |
Everybody run, everybody run | |
She looks so sweet when she’s having fun | |
Everybody run, everybody | |
The homecoming queen has got a gun | |
She’s a butcher made of spice and sugar | |
Hand grenades for promenades better suit her | |
But her perfect world started coming apart | |
The day I broke her cold heart | |
Now her enemy is stock society | |
She’ll suck you in and then she’ll blow you away | |
She’s the devil in black stilettos | |
Don’t raise your glass to her cocktail spiked with glycerin | |
It’s a Love Hate Masquerade | |
And she’s got you in her sights |
She' s a high fashion love assassin | |
Taking names and playing games is her passion | |
But her perfect world started coming apart | |
The day I broke her cold heart | |
Now she' s hungry for the blood of any boy | |
And she' ll get it ' cause she gets what she wants | |
She' s the devil in black stilettos | |
Don' t cross her, she' s a fully loaded debutante | |
Everybody run, everybody run | |
She looks so sweet when she' s having fun | |
Everybody run, everybody | |
The homecoming queen has got a gun | |
She' s a butcher made of spice and sugar | |
Hand grenades for promenades better suit her | |
But her perfect world started coming apart | |
The day I broke her cold heart | |
Now her enemy is stock society | |
She' ll suck you in and then she' ll blow you away | |
She' s the devil in black stilettos | |
Don' t raise your glass to her cocktail spiked with glycerin | |
It' s a Love Hate Masquerade | |
And she' s got you in her sights |
She' s a high fashion love assassin | |
Taking names and playing games is her passion | |
But her perfect world started coming apart | |
The day I broke her cold heart | |
Now she' s hungry for the blood of any boy | |
And she' ll get it ' cause she gets what she wants | |
She' s the devil in black stilettos | |
Don' t cross her, she' s a fully loaded debutante | |
Everybody run, everybody run | |
She looks so sweet when she' s having fun | |
Everybody run, everybody | |
The homecoming queen has got a gun | |
She' s a butcher made of spice and sugar | |
Hand grenades for promenades better suit her | |
But her perfect world started coming apart | |
The day I broke her cold heart | |
Now her enemy is stock society | |
She' ll suck you in and then she' ll blow you away | |
She' s the devil in black stilettos | |
Don' t raise your glass to her cocktail spiked with glycerin | |
It' s a Love Hate Masquerade | |
And she' s got you in her sights |