Blood Black

It's the sound of the bass beating me to death And it's the smell of the gin on my breath And it's the sway of the belt wrapped around your hip It's the anticipation from a zipper unzip It's the lipstick stain on the edge of your glass Yeah, it's the pattern of your smoke as you blow on past And It's the shine of the street lamp on your blood black hair It's the rhythm of your high heels hiking up my stairs It's a dream Gonna make you scream Oh it's when you drive the way you shift them gears Makes my life shorter year by year And it's the bottom of the arch at the small of your back Yeah you're a cruel, cruel woman with the heart to match Yeah it's how you sit at the foot of my bed Yeah it's the cold pressed pillow propped behind my head And it's the voodoo you spit out of your lips Yeah its tucking me in with your midnight kiss It's a dream Gonna make you scream Gonna make you...