Burmese Bombshells - Concertina

Suffocating
In the shadows
She's got your back against the wall
And now you're losing control
She's a tempest
To your senses
A hurricane to your clothes
You don't even know
That you are just another cursive tattoo on her hand
It's not the first time she unravelled a man
You say you'd do anything for this not to end
But if that's what you're thinking
You don't understand
Don't get caught in her barbs
Her body cuts like a razor
She'll separate the skin from your skeleton
And don't you go drawing hearts
'Round your initial and hers
'Cause she won't do the same on your hearse
When you came to
It was over
She vanished with the moon
Too perfect to be real
Concertina
Now you need her
Her name lingers on your tongue
Your hell has just begun
For the twenty-second time
She doesn't answer your call
And you tell yourself it doesn't bother you at all
It's time to move on but you've been scarred by desire
'Cause her kiss was a burning match to your alcohol
Don't get caught in her barbs
Her body cuts like a razor
She'll separate the skin from your skeleton
And don't you go drawing hearts
'Round your initial and hers
'Cause she won't do the same on your hearse
Don't get caught in her barbs
Her body cuts like a razor
She'll separate the skin from your skeleton
And don't you go drawing hearts
'Round your initial and hers
'Cause she won't do the same on your hearse
Don't get caught in her barbs
Her body cuts like a razor
She'll separate the skin from your skeleton
And don't you go drawing hearts
'Round your initial and hers
'Cause she won't do the same on your hearse

Written by:
Ethan Chan

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