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Lips with poison honey
You’ll be begging to taste it
True stories have warned you
for ages and ages
All the worst monsters have beautiful faces
Don’t lose sight of your gun
I got a sterling silver tongue
And you’ll be begging for more
By the time that I’m done
I’m not hiding in your closet
or under your bed,
I dig my nails in your back
From the shadows in your head
Not afraid to take a punch
If it means I win the fight
I could bleed you dry
But you’d still crave my bite
What an innocent smile
What a lovely little voice
All the better to break you
And I’ll make it your choice
Follow the sound of my silent song
The shadows creep in as you hurry along
You can’t stop your footsteps, my power’s too strong
This haunt will continue long after you’re gone
They say it’s not the kill but the thrill of the chase
But perhaps an exception has been found in your case
You’ll never see it coming, dare I say
You’re always pulled in by my sigh and my sway
Oh, what a prize
You’re just dying to take it
But true stories have warned you
for ages and ages
All the worst monsters have beautiful faces
You’ll be begging to taste it
True stories have warned you
for ages and ages
All the worst monsters have beautiful faces
Don’t lose sight of your gun
I got a sterling silver tongue
And you’ll be begging for more
By the time that I’m done
I’m not hiding in your closet
or under your bed,
I dig my nails in your back
From the shadows in your head
Not afraid to take a punch
If it means I win the fight
I could bleed you dry
But you’d still crave my bite
What an innocent smile
What a lovely little voice
All the better to break you
And I’ll make it your choice
Follow the sound of my silent song
The shadows creep in as you hurry along
You can’t stop your footsteps, my power’s too strong
This haunt will continue long after you’re gone
They say it’s not the kill but the thrill of the chase
But perhaps an exception has been found in your case
You’ll never see it coming, dare I say
You’re always pulled in by my sigh and my sway
Oh, what a prize
You’re just dying to take it
But true stories have warned you
for ages and ages
All the worst monsters have beautiful faces