May 2, 2024
This love looks like a loaded gun A noose around my neck or a sweet poison If it gets in the wrong hands, then we're fucked 'Cause heaven knows what you do to me You could chain me up or set me free And you could suffocate or let me breathe, yeah Baby, you could be the death of me
Maybe I'm crazy, I know you're danger Baby, you could be, you could be I'm falling, fading, and seeing angels Baby, you could be the death of me
One man's hell is another's God It's all about perspective, a parallax You're a cold-blooded killer only after dark But I don't mind, woo 'Cause I'm a sucker, I'll do 'bout anything Just to get those hands on me, yeah Keep me hanging on so desperately Baby, you could be the death of me
