Killer's Kiss

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    I'll cup your neck like a cup o' joe.
    Yeah, warm and sweet and soft and slow.
    Or pinch it, swish, get the smell
    and down like wine.
    But if bourbon's the mood
    a short shot takes no time.

    The shot will be a stab.
    The kiss, a killer's kiss.
    The grab will be a stab.
    The kiss, a killer's kiss.

    I wanna be a pal.
    There are confidantes few
    with ears so open and
    hands so true.
    You can count on me but
    watch your math.
    If you don't carry this one
    I'm a wiz at subtracting.

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    The cut will come in a flesh,
    just like a killer's kiss.
    The grab will be a stab.
    The kiss, a killer's kiss.

    So purse your lips,
    and close your eyes.
    Feel your heels rise and fall
    to the killer's kiss.

    So purse your lips,
    and close your eyes.
    Take in the quick breath
    of traitor caught.
    The killer's kiss.

    You think I'm blind
    to you midnight moves.
    Well my sites are set -
    infrared hot mood.
    Mistakes can be made;
    If you only knew.
    The knife would turn those
    red lips blue.

    Turn around, see the headlight's glare
    from the killer's kiss.
    The grab will be a stab.
    The kiss, a killer's kiss.

    Song details

    Composition: Matt Reber, Eric Davidson, Jim Weber, and Sam Brown

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