Gasoline

A dirty, distorted guitar riff kicks in, followed by a heavy bass groove and punchy drums. She came through the door with a look that could kill, Black leather boots and a hundred-dollar bill. Ordered straight whiskey, didn't ask for a name, Just looked me dead in the eye and said, "You playing this game?" Got a mouth like a sailor, and a heart made of stone, She's the kind of bad news that you take back home. Said, "I don't do love, and I don't do regrets," I said, "Darling, you're the worst idea I've had yet." She's got a cigarette smile and a switchblade tongue, Got me biting my lip while she's having her fun. I can see the red flags, but I'm colourblind tonight, And she's leaning in close with a match to strike. She got them, lips seen out of vogue magazine, With a, black dress and nothing in between, With a shape, I haven’t seen on a screen, Lighter, to my gasoline, Gasoline! She's pouring it all over me. Gasoline! Go on, baby, watch me burn. She stole my lighter and she stole my seat, Put her boots on the table, said, "Buy me a drink." Got a tattoo on her shoulder that she wouldn't explain, Said, "Some things look better when they come with pain." She's got a phone full of numbers she ain't gonna call, A reputation written on the bathroom wall. I said, "You're bad for me," she said, "That's what they say," Then she took my hand and led me away. She's got a cigarette smile and a switchblade tongue, Got me biting my lip while she's having her fun. I can see the red flags, but I'm colourblind tonight, And she's leaning in close with a match to strike. She got them, lips seen out of vogue magazine, With a, black dress and nothing in between, With a shape, I haven’t seen on a screen, Lighter, to my gasoline, Gasoline! She's pouring it all over me. Gasoline! Go on, baby, watch me burn. I should've walked when she walked through the door, But I don't think I've wanted anything more. She's got her hands on my collar, her back to the wall, Says, "You scared of a little trouble at all?" I said, "Hell no." She said, "Prove it." She got them, lips seen out of vogue magazine, With a, black dress and nothing in between, With a shape, I haven’t seen on a screen, Lighter, to my gasoline, Gasoline! She's pouring it all over me. Gasoline! Go on, baby, watch me burn. Gasoline! She's everything I shouldn't need. Gasoline! Go on, baby, watch me burn. She flicked my lighter, And looked me in the eye. Said, "See you around, darling." I said, "Yeah, if I survive."