Calling Card

I was asleep for a year But then you came and woke me up You tell me what I wanna hear I bought it Pour me a glass and I'll get drunk But I'm getting sober and I heard some things about you, babe You're getting good at alibis So I'll let you over but I'll stand right by the fire escape 'Cause I bet you're sharpening your knife What's your calling card, killer? Sell me pretty lies with your silver tongue Got me in your jean pocket Something's telling me I'm not the only one La-la-la-la-la La-la-la-la La-la-la-la-la La-la-la-la Sophie said to call the cops You shaved your head and bought a fake ID I hear a scream from down the block Bloodstains in places where they shouldn't be I got a problem I'm hooked on you like nicotine I couldn't quit you if I tried Where you go I follow So I let you lead me to the murder scene And I know you're sharpening your- I know you're sharpening your- What's your calling card, killer? Sell me pretty lies with your silver tongue Got me in your jean pocket Oh, something's telling me I'm not the only one La-la-la-la-la La-la-la-la La-la-la-la-la La-la-la-la La-la-la-la-la La-la-la-la La-la-la-la-la La-la-la-la What's your calling card, killer? Whisper with a voice that I can't outrun Got me in your jean pocket Pulling out the fray till it comes undone What's your calling card, killer? (La-la-la-la) Sell me pretty lies with your silver tongue Got me in your jean pocket (la-la-la-la) Oh, some things telling me I'm not the only one La-la-la-la-la La-la-la-la La-la-la-la-la La-la-la-la La-la-la-la-la La-la-la-la La-la-la-la-la La-la-la-la La-la-la-la La-la-la-la