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Youve got your pretty face. Youve got disarming eyes.
Youve got such social grace. Ive got my pretty spies.
I found you lost, misplaced. I loved that lovely guise.
I said Id try my luck and you said, well you dont
you dont have to try. I forgot that night, what you said that night:
I had the most exquisite time. Well you got that right,
but its not the whole story. I want it all.
I court the loveliest of crimes.
Say it, as if it were true. Weve got the knife you left behind.
Play it just like you do. I wanna hear you mean it,
when you say Im not next in line. I court the loveliest
of crimes. Save it cuz weve got the knife.
Youve got your pretty face. Youve got your stunning glow.
Youve got exquisite taste. Ive got the marks to show.
You said youd shoot the stars but bullets make you blush.
Turns out, you liked to play. Play with knives and I hear
that it gives you a rush.
Well weve got the knife, yeah weve got the knife.
Ive got the knife you left behind. Well weve got the knife.
Now I want the whole story. I thought you looked familiar.
Id seen your face long before that night. Now I wait,
for you were no stranger. No stranger to taking a life.