Killer
Would you still love me if I were a killer?
I mean, literally hiding bodies and bones
Would you still kiss me if I'm a murderer?
Well, I hope so boy, you make me feel at home
You think it's funny that I'm obsessed with guns
Nooses, knives, your caboose and your eyes
And I think you're funny even when I'm feeling blue
Yeah, I'm so true that I would kill for you
Would you still love me if I were a killer?
I mean, literally hiding bodies and bones
Would you still kiss me if I'm a murderer?
Well, I hope so boy, you make me feel at home
Everything you do
Yeah I'm so fixed on you
I'll wear you proud
I'll sing your name out loud
I'm dead-set on you
These eyes, they know the prize
There's nothing, oh, there's nothing I want to hide
The past is the past and I want to make this last
So let's just clap our hands from the debris
And I'm being honest now, so will you take a vow
That forever, boy, you'll keep me company?
Would you still love me if I were a killer?
I mean, literally hiding bodies and bones
Would you still kiss me if I'm a murderer?
Well, I hope so boy, you make me feel at home
You think it's funny that I'm obsessed with guns
Nooses, knives, your caboose and your eyes
You're sweet as honey
And you know me through and through
Yeah, you're so true that I would kill for you
I mean, literally hiding bodies and bones
Would you still kiss me if I'm a murderer?
Well, I hope so boy, you make me feel at home
You think it's funny that I'm obsessed with guns
Nooses, knives, your caboose and your eyes
And I think you're funny even when I'm feeling blue
Yeah, I'm so true that I would kill for you
Would you still love me if I were a killer?
I mean, literally hiding bodies and bones
Would you still kiss me if I'm a murderer?
Well, I hope so boy, you make me feel at home
Everything you do
Yeah I'm so fixed on you
I'll wear you proud
I'll sing your name out loud
I'm dead-set on you
These eyes, they know the prize
There's nothing, oh, there's nothing I want to hide
The past is the past and I want to make this last
So let's just clap our hands from the debris
And I'm being honest now, so will you take a vow
That forever, boy, you'll keep me company?
Would you still love me if I were a killer?
I mean, literally hiding bodies and bones
Would you still kiss me if I'm a murderer?
Well, I hope so boy, you make me feel at home
You think it's funny that I'm obsessed with guns
Nooses, knives, your caboose and your eyes
You're sweet as honey
And you know me through and through
Yeah, you're so true that I would kill for you
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Writer(s): Raquel Marcial
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