[Verse 1] You lock the door tongue on the key Lipstick on your cigarette eyes pinned to me Stockings on the chair my dress on the floor You say my real name like it’s a slur, begging for more [Chorus] You love me like a crime scene (red on your hands) Slow bruise on my heartbeat you call it a dance Teeth at my throat while you purr “be nice” Baby, every time you touch me feels like a velvet knife [Verse 2] Fingers on my throat just enough to float You trace every scar like reading a note Mirror watching everything fog on the glass You make a promise in my ear that you’ll never let me pass [Chorus] You love me like a crime scene (red on your hands) Slow bruise on my heartbeat you call it a dance Teeth at my throat while you purr “be nice” Baby, every time you touch me feels like a velvet knife
