A face and body of a model
I hold her tighter than the bottle
She's driving through my head
She's got me hanging by the last thread

With flowers in her hair, a dagger around her waist
She always leaves me with that bitter taste
I don't want to miss this train
She's got me hanging by the last thread

She knows no magic, she just knows game
Inflicting her and numbs the slow pain
If all I want is lost
My baby's got me on the run, got me on the run

A face and body of a model
I hold her tighter than the bottle
She's driving through my head
She's got me hanging by the last thread

She has a soul that's made of coral
She's got a rules book with that moral
She cannot be controlled
She can be straight up for my gold