Attention

He smells like cigarettes and flowers
Wonder if he burned all my love letters

Dragging me back and forth across the globe
Tied to you
Baby doll
So pretty when she's blue

I'm still drawn back to him
Got my name tattooed in red on his skin
Sweeter than the devil
Kissing his left shoulder so he can't forget her
Evil girls are better

Look at what you started
Two of us like magnets, knots and glue
I can't get you
Out of my head
Or my mind
Happens every time

Told myself it's wrong
Then I wrote you a song
So you wouldn't forget her
Evil girls are better

I love your attention
True religion
Maybe I'm the demon
Craving your attention
I want your attention
Craving your affection

True religion
Maybe I'm the demon



Credits
Writer(s): Isle Rittmeyer
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