Eyes like a slash across her face

Lips I'd kill a man to taste

Whatever this stuff is, I'm buying

Whatever it does, I'll do it 'til I'm dying I can't wash her away

It's getting under my skin

I can't wash her away

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 away

She's living in my skin

I can't seem to wash her away

I can feel her closing in Eyes like a slash across her face

Lips so damn sweet you'd cut your tonuge out for a taste

Whatever 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

Craving her arms twisted up around your neck

Skin so white, a heart so pure

If you opeden up her veins you'd see the light run through her