Scars
I hate the way your fingers
Brush the hair from my face
When you're feeling nervous
And things seem out of place
I hate the way you kiss me baby
Since you ask
With your alligator skin
And your crocodile heart
I'm crawling on the ceilings
Make me walk up the walls
I'm chewing off my nails
Pacing up and down the floor
I'm begging for the question
And I'm looking for clues
Why my life's so sweet
When your passion is so cruel
I got scars
Drive your nails through my heart
I got blood on my hands
From emotional demands
I got scars
I got scars
Drive your nails through my heart
I got blood on my hands
From emotional demands
I got scars
Heaven has no rage like
Love to hatred turned
But after four bourbons, three scotches
two shots and a chaser
I was ready to forgive him again
Well we eat like pigs
And we drink like fish
And we live like rats or some
Low-down reptile kings
If we crawl like snakes
Making crooked tracks
Rest your copperhead
On my diamondback baby
Shed some skin maybe
Grow some wings or a heart
I got scars
Drive your nails through my heart
I got blood on my hands
From emotional demands
I know you're keeping score
But I come back for more
I guess this must be love
'Cos we can't get enough
I got scars
Brush the hair from my face
When you're feeling nervous
And things seem out of place
I hate the way you kiss me baby
Since you ask
With your alligator skin
And your crocodile heart
I'm crawling on the ceilings
Make me walk up the walls
I'm chewing off my nails
Pacing up and down the floor
I'm begging for the question
And I'm looking for clues
Why my life's so sweet
When your passion is so cruel
I got scars
Drive your nails through my heart
I got blood on my hands
From emotional demands
I got scars
I got scars
Drive your nails through my heart
I got blood on my hands
From emotional demands
I got scars
Heaven has no rage like
Love to hatred turned
But after four bourbons, three scotches
two shots and a chaser
I was ready to forgive him again
Well we eat like pigs
And we drink like fish
And we live like rats or some
Low-down reptile kings
If we crawl like snakes
Making crooked tracks
Rest your copperhead
On my diamondback baby
Shed some skin maybe
Grow some wings or a heart
I got scars
Drive your nails through my heart
I got blood on my hands
From emotional demands
I know you're keeping score
But I come back for more
I guess this must be love
'Cos we can't get enough
I got scars
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Writer(s): Andrew John Hobsbawm
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