Dry Martini
Darling, I see you picking your target
I don't believe you are broken hearted
Giving them your best lines
Drinking their cheapest wine
A strange choice if you don't plan on paying a dime
Oh my god, you really play to the rafters dear
Oh my god, at any moment you'll disappear
You're a mutation of the skin
You're every part of me that wants to give in
An invitation of sin
A dry martini made with nothing but gin
I think I'm ready, I'm in
You've really mastered behaving poorly
Pulls me in faster when you ignore me
Shirt's tattered cause you made it
Your smiles are calculated
But god damn do I love it when I wanna hate it
Oh my god, you're really chewing the scenery
Oh my god, how do you smoke so much greenery
You're a mutation of the skin
You're every part of me that wants to give in
An invitation of sin
A dry martini made with nothing but gin
I think I'm ready, I'm in
You want it; you got it
Somebody just bought it
Who never knew you, but gave it to you
To woo you
No one can ignore you, they'll line up just for you
You never ask if you should
When you always know you could
Have anything you see
When everything is free
The raw anticipation of your choice is killing me
Oh my god, you're really playing with fire dear
Oh my god, at any moment you'll disappear
You're a mutation of the skin
You're every part of me that wants to give in
An invitation of sin
A dry martini made with nothing but gin
I think I'm ready, I'm in
I don't believe you are broken hearted
Giving them your best lines
Drinking their cheapest wine
A strange choice if you don't plan on paying a dime
Oh my god, you really play to the rafters dear
Oh my god, at any moment you'll disappear
You're a mutation of the skin
You're every part of me that wants to give in
An invitation of sin
A dry martini made with nothing but gin
I think I'm ready, I'm in
You've really mastered behaving poorly
Pulls me in faster when you ignore me
Shirt's tattered cause you made it
Your smiles are calculated
But god damn do I love it when I wanna hate it
Oh my god, you're really chewing the scenery
Oh my god, how do you smoke so much greenery
You're a mutation of the skin
You're every part of me that wants to give in
An invitation of sin
A dry martini made with nothing but gin
I think I'm ready, I'm in
You want it; you got it
Somebody just bought it
Who never knew you, but gave it to you
To woo you
No one can ignore you, they'll line up just for you
You never ask if you should
When you always know you could
Have anything you see
When everything is free
The raw anticipation of your choice is killing me
Oh my god, you're really playing with fire dear
Oh my god, at any moment you'll disappear
You're a mutation of the skin
You're every part of me that wants to give in
An invitation of sin
A dry martini made with nothing but gin
I think I'm ready, I'm in
Credits
Writer(s): Ian Rumsey
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