Wine Stain
Our love is laced with pure heroin
He knows how to play me like a violin
If I cried, he'd set the town aflame
The red on his shirt is not a wine stain
I'm not one to brag
But I've been 'round the block a few times
And I've learned
That nothing fun is ever sweet
It burns, like fire in the blood
The best kind of love
It gets you drunk inside
An alcoholic kryptonite
And oh god, he's looking at me
With the darkest eyes, and a devil's grin
And some say, "she sold her soul, it's gone"
They're not wrong
Our love is laced with pure heroin
He knows how to play me like a violin
If I cried, he'd set the town aflame
The red on his shirt is not a wine stain
Our love is laced with pure adrenaline
We're crazy, baby that's the fun of it
If I died, he'd burn the town at the stake
The red on his shirt is not a wine stain
The Clyde to my Bonnie
He hates everyone but me
I'm the rose, he's the thorn
He's cold as ice, but with me he's so warm
We make each other complete
If he's insane, call me Harley
Oh, I'd jump in the acid just out of habit
A hundred thousand times
Our love is laced with pure heroin
He knows how to play me like a violin
If I cried, he'd set the town aflame
The red on his shirt is not a wine stain
Our love is laced with pure adrenaline
We're crazy, baby that's the fun of it
If I died, he'd burn the town at the stake
The red on his shirt is not a wine stain
Oh, oh, oh
Oh, he's like a drug
Oh, laced through my blood
Can never get enough
Of his wine stained love, oh oh oh
He's like a drug
Oh, laced through my blood
Can never get enough
Of his wine stained love
Our love is laced with pure heroin
He knows how to play me like a violin
If I cried, he'd set the town aflame
Our love is laced with pure adrenaline
We're crazy, baby that's the fun of it
If I died, he'd burn the town at the stake
The red on his shirt is not a wine stain
Oh, oh, oh
He knows how to play me like a violin
If I cried, he'd set the town aflame
The red on his shirt is not a wine stain
I'm not one to brag
But I've been 'round the block a few times
And I've learned
That nothing fun is ever sweet
It burns, like fire in the blood
The best kind of love
It gets you drunk inside
An alcoholic kryptonite
And oh god, he's looking at me
With the darkest eyes, and a devil's grin
And some say, "she sold her soul, it's gone"
They're not wrong
Our love is laced with pure heroin
He knows how to play me like a violin
If I cried, he'd set the town aflame
The red on his shirt is not a wine stain
Our love is laced with pure adrenaline
We're crazy, baby that's the fun of it
If I died, he'd burn the town at the stake
The red on his shirt is not a wine stain
The Clyde to my Bonnie
He hates everyone but me
I'm the rose, he's the thorn
He's cold as ice, but with me he's so warm
We make each other complete
If he's insane, call me Harley
Oh, I'd jump in the acid just out of habit
A hundred thousand times
Our love is laced with pure heroin
He knows how to play me like a violin
If I cried, he'd set the town aflame
The red on his shirt is not a wine stain
Our love is laced with pure adrenaline
We're crazy, baby that's the fun of it
If I died, he'd burn the town at the stake
The red on his shirt is not a wine stain
Oh, oh, oh
Oh, he's like a drug
Oh, laced through my blood
Can never get enough
Of his wine stained love, oh oh oh
He's like a drug
Oh, laced through my blood
Can never get enough
Of his wine stained love
Our love is laced with pure heroin
He knows how to play me like a violin
If I cried, he'd set the town aflame
Our love is laced with pure adrenaline
We're crazy, baby that's the fun of it
If I died, he'd burn the town at the stake
The red on his shirt is not a wine stain
Oh, oh, oh
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